Tuesday, August 2, 2022 - 09:45
When the Water Came
Before the water, we had a bedazzled Techno Contra Dance. At Open Mic I read “The Old Bear.” We had a lively Trivia challenge. I had my critique in the workshop. I ate tomato pie, washed dishes, and snapped beans on the porch. We were bound together, creative, and learning. We were Hindman.
During the water, I sat next to the petite poet who exuded such peace that the therapy dog sought her comfort. In the glare of the emergency lights, I became the watcher. I saw the…
Thursday, July 21, 2022 - 09:56
Even a weed, ripped from the ground, holds on to its native clod of earth, even a replanted bush needs to cling to its original soil. In my movement across this land, I have carried the rolling grasses of civil war battlefields, the swinging kudzu, the cattails swaying in the slow muddy Mississippi, and the cool blue-green leaves at the top of the old blackgum. Those shimmering grasses, the cattails, and kudzu, the dancing leaves of the black gum and yellow…
Thursday, June 16, 2022 - 14:01
So many of us will head for the beach soon to escape the “humuggity” of July and August. Maybe you’ve seen The 14 Beaches You Must Visit in Southern Living or you have your favorite.
Did you know that July 1- 7 is Clean Beaches Week? July 4th is the most littered day at the beach? You can help by remembering to “leave no trace” or participate in a beach cleanup. Cigarette butts, plastic bottles, and food…
Tuesday, June 7, 2022 - 12:54
My heartbeat is so strong my scalp tingles. Breathing accelerates. A deep breath does not settle, it just catches in my throat. My mind scatters like a scared cat on a waxed floor. I try to sit still but my hand opens and closes in spasms. All this results from words. Even when they are fiction. Even when the words are removed, sitting on a page; even when there is no volume of voice to scream them. Even when they are not curses or condemnations. Even when I know my answer to the questions, my…
Wednesday, December 8, 2021 - 13:12
After reading Shakespeare with high schoolers long ago, I tried to explain the “big ideas”.
“Love and War are the twin siblings of Passion,” I announced from my college-educated heights. The smooth faces of my students reflected their puzzlement at my earnest pronouncement. They were too young, I thought, although, at the time, I too was young. How could I explain that the softer sister, Love, could be as cruel as her brother…
Wednesday, November 17, 2021 - 09:58
What joy have you found lately? The bookstore, Books and Beans in Little Switzerland brought me joy with books, art, and eclectic items. I even found a sextant!
I was so pleased to have my story "Wherever You Go" that was Honorable Mention for the Betts Fiction Prize be nominated for the O. Henry and the PushCart Prizes by the wonderful folks at the North Carolina Literary Review. Such wonderful company to keep with Rose Himber Howse and Molly Sentell Haile. Thanks Margaret Bauer, NCLR editor and…
Friday, October 22, 2021 - 10:45
Read my story today!
Monday, October 18, 2021 - 10:18
Hello from Writerslandia.
Mark your calendars for October 22 for my short story, "Alien" posting in Potato Soup Journal at http://potatosoupjournal.com/
On October 26 at 7:00 pm EST, listen to the readings by the winner and the two honorable mentions (including me) for the Doris Betts Fiction Prize 2021 hosted by the North Carolina Literary Review and the North Carolina Writers Network.
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Friday, October 1, 2021 - 15:01
October is spectacular! Read my story Alien at Potato Soup Journal at http://potatosoupjournal.com/ beginning October 22. Potato Soup Journal seeks a story that “digs at a facet of humanity” and I’m proud to contribute.
On October 26th at 7:00 pm EST, please attend (online) a reading sponsored by North Carolina Writers’ Network and the North Carolina Literary Review. I am delighted to join the Doris…
Friday, July 30, 2021 - 15:18
After a wait of twenty years since Lee Durkee’s Rides of the Midway (Norton, 2002), we might expect The Last Taxi Driver (Tin House, 2020) to be overworked, joyless. No. The readers are right; the reviewers are right. Bukowski and Hunter Thompson meet Chaucer. Durkee’s day in the life of taxi driver, Lou, whose passengers’ ribald stories weave through his hallucinatory day, carries the reader beyond amusement to illumination as brilliant as the beam of light from the…