Thinking Out Loud: Blog

Cross that Bridge! New Classes for October!

If you have been looking for a boost to your writing journey this fall, check out the classes I'm offering at The Muse Writers Center in Ghent, VA. Since the early 2000's this nonprofit writing center near Norfolk, Virginia, has grown into one of the top-10 writers centers nationally. They offer tuition assistance and serve youth, adults, senior centers, veterans, and service personnel. The motto, "Write Where You Are" encourages me. The small class size…

Black History Month may be over but this is worth a view.

Patricia Spears Jones focuses on the historical precedents found in art, music, and poetry for some of the current discussions. Her mix of a colloquial conversational manner and deep scholarly reading and viewing of art, listening to music, and reading of literature deliver to the audience humor and thoughtful provocation.

A program of readings and conversation featuring New York State Poet Patricia Spears Jones and Jennifer Burns…

Literature

Science explores the construction of the world. Literature is about the meaning of the finished construction. We read to explore the meaning of our lives in this created world, particularly about the people in it and their place within the frame of our own experience. We seldom look outside the frame; most often we gaze into our navels. When we do look outside, at the sky, for example, we are often awe-struck, and silent. Only marvelous writers can react to that spacious mystery. I…

My friend said, “Death Café? Can’t they call it something else?”

I said, ”That’s the point. Nobody talks about death.”

... Read at Blog of Trinity Presbyterian Church (USA) Hendersonville, NC

Dear Readers,

See my story, "The Angel Baby". in the latest issue of the online publication, Avant[appl]achia. 

I am pleased to announce that my short story, "The Old Bear", will be published in mid-November in The Avalon Literary Review. I first read this at the Appalachian Writer's Workshop at Hindman Settlement School in July, just before the 2022 Kentucky flood. Please order the journal in paper or digital form from http://www.avalonliteraryreview.com/index.html. 

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…

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…

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…

    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…