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13: The Skeletons are Out of the Closet

1. Over the weekend I went to cover an event undercover. That means I have no assignment or obligation to write about it, but I might.

2. And I did. In the last week, I have covered a No Kings protest, a cemetery tour, a ribbon cutting, a play and a rally with Virginia candidate for Governor Abigal Spanberger for our new independent and Floyd-centric news source, Floyd Times 

3. I saw a lot of skeletons this week.


4. I caught some of the Rosebud band playing at Outer Space.

5. Where kids made smores to the cover tunes of Grateful Dead.

6. I also went to a Tea with Rumi poetry event where we enjoyed original poetry by my friend Katherine Chantal and sipped tea.

7. Not to be confused with the sipping of the elderberry wine laced with arsenic that we saw a couple of days later at the New River Theatre Guild’s Arsenic and Lace play at the June Bug Center. Stories coming soon.

8. I read a couple of poems too… If you are quiet / be loud / If you are loud / be quiet / Don’t laugh / if you don’t get the joke / Don’t cheat / Wear red / -Read Remedy in its entirety HERE.

9. Katherine says: There is only one thing to do and I’m doing it now.

10. You’ve heard the saying ‘It’s written in stone.’ It might as well be at my son Josh’s mobile brick factory, happening at the Old Marshall Jail in Marshall NC. People are having their say on brick for a new monument project. Josh says: The format is simple! We invite participants to express their feelings, thoughts and sentiments in the moist clay. We provide all the bricks and tools for mark making. After we make all the bricks they will all get fired and we will build a sculptural folk monument at the Old Jail in the spring.

11. Next up? The Plum House. Barb, the Outer Space owner, is closing Outer Space (an outdoor venue) for the winter and will be opening The Plum House. It’s purple and will be featuring noodle dishes to warm us up for the winter.

12. Soon they will fade and crumble to dust / Some are skeletons already/ Some have been eaten like the red wool hat / that I left in my pantry all summer / Others I suspect have leapt to their death / the way people jump off the Brooklyn Bridge / They land like broken-hearted sunsets / that absent-minded people later walk on / Read Eulogy for Falling Leaves in its entirety HERE.  

13. Check out my author page at Floyd Times. HERE.  

________Thirteen Thursday 

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