Loose Leaf Notes

1. I could have gotten more points at last week’s Scrabble game with another play, but I went out with the word “WON” because I actually won the game and it was fun to play the word. 2. It’s been a long time since I won anything. In 2005, I participated in a poetry slam at […]

An eyelash of new moon warmed to a shine when the moon broke its gaze and the night went blind ___________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United

Joe and I have been interested in taking videos of guitarists in action since our eldest grandson Bryce has been learning guitar. It’s also true that the guitar has long been my favorite instrument. I also love a good singer/songwriter, which Jared Stout is. It was actually Jared who coined the phrase “guitar swag” at […]

1. When Mother’s Day and your birthday fall only days apart and you have three friends whose birthdays do too. 2. Add to that that my grandson Bryce’s birthday three days before mine, May 14. It was also his Little League baseball shirt number when he was 11. We all struck a home run the […]

Eighth Annual Little River Poetry Festival Celebrates its Intergenerational Poets and the River That Spawned Its Name – by Judith Stevens Once upon a time, on a long-ago visit to Floyd, Festival founders Jack Callan and his wife, Judith Stevens, asked a Floyd native to help them trace the Little River to its source. It […]

I. They would sell you a bridge from a copy machine altar where God is an avatar and the world is flat They would bargain with the devil Sell you a wind-up nightingale A parlor trick gimmick of soulless semantics Until you no longer knew the difference between Muzak and Mozart between sentient creation and […]

1. Some people assume that thinking about death means your worrying about death. I think about death like I think about space, the stars and the universe. 2. The Upside Down of Playing Around flashback HERE. 3. Lifeboats: There are only a few / I reveal myself to / I let carry me / to […]

There are only a few I reveal myself to I let carry me to places of honesty I break down or float without destination and trust the winding route to a shared soft landing ___________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United

1. “Discomfort is the price of admission to a meaningful life.” -Susan David, PhD 2. And if I’m ever confined to a bed in a room / I hope my grandson plays Led Zepplin on guitar / His brother can cook me noodles and teriyaki vegetables / while we up the ante in poker and […]

Reveries of Aging: Aka Losing Our Minds is the fourth installment of the Soulful Aging Tour, the call-and-response poetry readings that Katherine Chantal and Colleen Redman have been doing since the winter of 2022 at various regional venues, including at Radford University, Little River Poetry Festival, Yoga Jam, Jessie Peterman Library, the Soup Shop and […]