-It takes time in the darkroom to bring into focus the meaning we’ve made of our lives Imprinted stills Proof of life Picked up at the corners and held to the light A body of work made of muscle and flesh A lost art developed from a landmarked distance We hid them to protect them […]
This is my dear friend Alwyn reading the story I wrote for The Floyd Press about Kathleen Weddle Jamison’s 100th birthday celebration. “Are you going to write a story for me when I turn 100?” she asked. “I’ll write one as big as a billboard!” I answered. She’s 94! “Do you mind if I take […]
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on March 11, 2021. Kathleen (Weddle) Jamison has seen a lot of changes in her life. Jamison, who was born and raised in the Topeka part of Floyd county and is a Topeka Church parishioner, celebrated her 100th birthday last Thursday at her home. A Happy 100th […]
1. My philosophy can be boiled down to: There’s more going on than what we can see. 2. Every death is a big bang / that blows up our pretense / splits us like atoms in two / Wherever you go / a part of me follows / and I carry a part of you […]
–The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on March 4, 2021. “This is what a baby shower during Covid in February looks like,” said Rowan Chantal’s mom near the end of Rowan and Kaitlin Chantal’s two-hour Drive-by Baby Shower. The couple is expecting their first baby, a son named Allister Ray, any day now. […]
“I never found a 4-leaf clover” she told a lover in a dream then repeated it to me and I heard it as an epitaph her essence cast in stone I imagined that I pressed one into her frail open hand the one from my brother Danny’s wallet that I took from his apartment when […]
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on February 25, 2021. David Brown took a marbling workshop in New York City just in time, just before the pandemic hit. In late January 2020, he and his daughter Brea attended a class at The Textile Art Center, which led to the development of his new […]
1. Marco Island, Florida, is like Aruba without the plane ride. 2. Trudging across the beach sand, I couldn’t decide if it was like being in the Sahara or the Arctic because the sand was snow white. See HERE. 3. I woke up this morning and saw a small piece of tissue on the floor […]
Who are you? I call all the flowers in the Orchid Garden ‘darlings.’ Joe in the Asian garden. Lily or lotus? Joe walks the labyrinth. Breezes and waterfalls. Joe’s “Virginia is for Lovers” hat. He gets another hat for the Hopa’s fruit hat series. It looks like wisteria but it’s not. Yes, we have no […]
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