Time doesn’t argue It doesn’t stand still Slowly it rages or politely appeases It saves itself for a rainy day It ticks and slips and wakes lucid in dreams It’s on our side, they say Time doesn’t heal It only hurts slightly It drips like a slow leak but pours in the end Time wears […]
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on November 12, 2020. Blue Ridge Alchemy, Floyd’s new glass studio gallery, opened to the public in June. Owned and operated by glass blower artists Kenan Tiemeyer of Tiemeyer Glass and Caleb Dickman of Liquid Fire Glass, the shop represents an eclectic selection of local artists and […]
1. “The whole world is celebrating like World War II just ended.” – Richard Engel reporting on Biden win 2. I personally don’t see the divisiveness we’ve been going through as politics, or two sides of differing opinions, but more like choosing to live in reality or a false narrative, harboring good will or fear […]
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Our new Buff Orpington chickens met our old Jersey Giants and were working towards a smooth transition. Suspicions slowly turned to curiosity. The four of them were like the adults in the room who had to ‘take it outside’ while four younger new hens were huddled together in the henhouse. While I was figuring out […]
Buddha moon Happy glow A Lotus pose for the mindful ___________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on November 5, 2020 The Town of Floyd’s first drive-through trick-or-treat was a success, judging by the smiling faces of costumed children and their families. Due to the pandemic and the Center for Disease Control’s recommendation that door-to-door- trick-or-treating be avoided, Oxford Street was closed to public […]
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on October 29, 2020. “We love it!” answered a Tour de Dirt bicyclist wearing a pink tutu over his clothes when he was asked about the rain. Spirits were up in spite of the morning’s poor weather at Sunday’s 14th annual Tour de Floyd, a “Dirt Roads […]
1. Looks like Biden is coming into home plate, or as a friend on Facebook said, “It ain’t over until the fat lady sings, and I’ve yet to sing.” 2. The day before the election, I posted on Facebook: I hope the post-election violence prediction is like Y2K. Some of us prepared for the worst […]
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It was limited ticketed $eating at Dogtown with tables spread out and masks worn when not eating or drinking. We went for the dancing (and it was great) and we got a drag show that wasn’t a drag to boot, and yes, I wore boots. We got haunted by a Queen bat and a mesmerizing […]
I want to write a poem about cicadas how they bore through the ground like the living dead How they rise like zombies in a séance gone wrong and drop their skin like the snakes of Eden I want to write a poem about cicadas how they fly blind as bats and hum like a […]
