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Flat Rock history via a road

Travelling back in time on a Flat Rock roadby Rob Neufeld             If you walk the one mile length of North Highland Lake Road in Flat Rock, you step nearly 200 years into the past.            At the east end, the 21st century reigns.  Fronting six-lane Spartanburg Highway, a super-Ingles sits above a bog; and a CVS store faces an Octopus Garden smoke shop, a chiropractor, a cell phone provider, and a six-lane avenue to I-26 a mile away .            Neither Ingles nor CVS carries the big…See More
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Connie Regan-Blake Storytelling at Hendersonville Public Library at Henderson County Public Library - Main Branch

June 13, 2019 from 6pm to 7pm
Join Connie Regan-Blake for a family oriented evening of stories at the Hendersonville Library.See More
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Connie Regan-Blake’s 14th Annual Summer Storytelling Retreat & Adventure at StoryWindow Productions

July 14, 2019 at 10am to July 20, 2019 at 4pm
Come to the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Asheville for 7 days of story-listening & story-telling along with coaching, community & supportive exploration. This 14th annual workshop welcomes all levels of expertise, from beginner to experienced teller. Participants discover ways of being in the world that nurture your creative flow while developing skills to: Find, create, learn, and polish storiesEffectively integrate voice with image,…See More
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Connie Regan-Blake presents A Slice of Life: An Evening of Stories at Black Mountain Center for the Arts

April 6, 2019 from 7:30pm to 9pm
Please join nationally celebrated storyteller, Connie Regan-Blake, as she hosts her workshop participants in an enchanting evening of storytelling in “A Slice of Life: An Evening of Stories.” Here are the tellers for our April 6th “Slice of Life” performance.  Christine Phillips Westfeldt, Kyra Freeman, Steve Tate, Alberta Hipps and more! The event is hosted by the …See More
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Connie Regan-Blake's Taking Your Story to the Stage Workshop at StoryWindow Productions

April 5, 2019 to April 7, 2019
The focus of this “Taking Your Story to the Stage” 3-day workshop is on storytelling performance. Each participant is asked to come with a story that is almost “stage-ready.” Set in Connie’s home tucked in the beautiful mountains surrounding Asheville, NC, this workshop provides a supportive,…See More
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Stealth Hazy - 'Gun Clap'

Stealth Hazy - Gun ClapI got 80 rounds with a beam on it riding dirty I'm smoking chronic top off hear that system pound 808 thats subsonicI double down quadruple upstraight droppin with no cutwilt chamberlain on the reboundand you a fan just starstruckI…See More
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Connie Regan-Blake’s 14th Annual Summer Storytelling Retreat & Adventure at StoryWindow Productions

July 14, 2019 at 10am to July 20, 2019 at 4pm
Come to the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Asheville for 7 days of story-listening & story-telling along with coaching, community & supportive exploration. This 14th annual workshop welcomes all levels of expertise, from beginner to experienced teller. Participants discover ways of being in the world that nurture your creative flow while developing skills to: Find, create, learn, and polish storiesEffectively integrate voice with image,…See More
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Montreat College Friends of the Library Celebrate National Library Week at Graham Chapel, Gaither Hall, Montreat College, Montreat, NC

April 9, 2019 from 3pm to 5pm
Patti Callahan, author of the recent novel Becoming Mrs. Lewis, and Don W. King author of Out of My Bone: the Letters of Joy Davidman, A Naked Tree: Love Sonnets to C. S. Lewis, and Yet One More Spring: a Critical Study of Joy Davidman, will co-present on their works about Joy and her husband C.S. Lewis.  The event is free and open to the public on April 9, 2019 in Graham Chapel, Gaither Hall, Montreat College.Reception and Book signing to followSee More
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TWO NEW APPALACHIAN NOVELS

I have, just released two Appalachian Novels.OUT OF THE SHADOWS, begins deep in the Appalachian Mountains of in WNC. It is partly a true story about a young man who ran away from home at the age of fifteen. He meets another runaway, and they fall in love.A journey where he faced adversaries, but also success as he walked, hitchhiked, and made his way across the country.GONE LIKE A CANDLE IN THE WIND, is a story of three young people growing up in a farming community in the Appalachian…See More
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The Main Show

The Main Show: a story-poem stage presentation(part of  Living Poem)See video of Act 1, Scene 1: The SettingProgram Notes (A program note reader comes out to read from the program notes.) Reader: Don’t listen, children, and do not hear.(A monster is coming and there’s no escapeWithin this story, and no good way to tell it, Except to gaze at the horror as at a…See More
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Hollywood Pictures Inc in Fairview

In the 1920's it seemed the whole country was caught up in excitement about films and Hollywood.    Asheville and Western North Carolina were well aware of the hoopla of Hollywood.   In fact, Hollywood (or at least filmmaking) was already beginning to come to Western NC.I recently stumble across an article from the Jun 6 1926 issue of The Asheville Citizen Times which mentions that Hollywood Pictures Inc, was planning to film just south of Asheville, near Fairview.  But....was this really…See More
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Intermission

IntermissionHear audio by clicking mp3 attachment!(Part of poem, "Coalescence") I thought I might take a break at this point to look around,Now that I’m in the business of making things resound.It’s so nice to have the luxury of being carefree. If you stop and sit back and try to take in everything,It stuns you and you can’t focus on anythingUntil something crops up, and what…See More
Jan 16

First Drumbeat

(Part of Living Poem)

 

The time has come.

Call it a drum,

Or a crumb,

What’s left of life.

 

I used to tell a joke

When my life was wide,

And I was a stud,

And not a dud—I know

I’m not a dud.  I’m a dude,

A dad.  But everyone must

Rebut the dud charge

At summing up time.

 

Oh yeah, the joke,

A trademark one for me

In that it’s not funny.

 

I used to say I’ll never retire

From writing

Because if I’m ever paralyzed

Except for my eyes,

I will blink Morse code

To a stenographer.

 

Wit’s the weapon, the needle

Wielded by the Incredible Shrinking Man.

 

The worst part of dying is delivering

Lopping news of loss to dear ones.

 

Henry.  Hey, Henry,

Gotta be a little heavy here,

Says me in the first-found-out days,

Feeling, acting cavalier.  You and Nathan

Don’t yet know of my condition.

Reading this poem comes after that revelation.

 

What do you call it when walls fall

And love of others’ beauty and appeal

Comes with knowing you’ll lose them

As grips slip and you sail into the future?

 

What is that feeling that fills eyes

That is both harrowing and holy

That can’t be dismissed by thin lies

And that cries for words, concepts, melody?

 

That’s a long way around back to poetry

From the sad place, the fairyland of regret.

I haven’t found the right words yet

For the reality that’s buried by reality.

 

Still, words are like shards carried away

From the mythical world of chimeras,

And like passports stamped for re-entry they

Cast back into reflections, like mirrors.

 

Chimera’s a curious shard.  It means an illusion.

In biology, it’s two creatures mashed together

Like “Mix and Match.”  The root is “gheim,”

Meaning “winter,” thus a winter-old she-goat

On Mount Olympus, which when combined

With a lion and dragon becomes one of those foes

A king sends a rival to fight and lose his life to.

 

Guess who the ill-fated champion was.  The grandson

Of Sisyphus, Bellerophon, who summoned Pegasus

And flew in and shoved a hunk of lead in the goat’s

Fire-breathing throat, choking it with the flux.

 

I think this is a story like the Golem, in this case

A mountain people taking their symbol of prosperity,

A doe goat ready to breed, and giving it monstrosity.

Thus, Bellerophon represents the dominant culture,

A demon-killer who goes rogue.  When he spurs

Pegasus to Olympus to challenge the gods,

Saying, I don’t believe in you who favor villains,

Zeus stings Pegasus with a gadfly, causing the rider

To fall on thorns and go blind…  A gadfly!

 

What about the word, “multifarious”—having variety?

Multi, many; farious, from fariam,

From the Indo-European dhē, meaning

“So be it!”  “So be it” for every facet’s facet.

 

So be it your multifarious mind.

 

You once asked me for the magic words

To tame anxiety and let you be boss.

It may end up being the misplaced item

We both seek, and you find.

 

I have come to think that the main cause

Of anxiety is crying voices

That make it hard to relax and focus,

That justify a state of high alert.

 

Something has set off alarms.

If they would just quiet, give a space

At least for gathering data

It would be enough.  But how escape?

 

I am with you, thinking to retreat

To the seat positioned by the stream

Where birds bathe and ruffle their feathers

Beneath shrubs in a woodland theater.

 

Our house is in view, half-hidden

By greenery, and so it’s easy to let go

Of concerns and commune with the oratorio

Of birds conducting life on a high level.

 

There’s another place I want to go,

The campfire setting that you propose.

Gather ‘round, hunker down because

Guess what, we’re just talking, bro’.

 

So I asked God, “How am I doing?

Because when God heard me boast

About the blinking eye, God said,

‘Oh, so I can spend my health chips

On someone else.’” 

 

“Thanks!”

 

“Everyone’s special,” God pronounced,

And he went off to pamper a platypus.

 

What is the point of saying “I exist!”

Existence is amiss. 

And my position is to—what—fix

The slippage daily, like Sisyphus?

His grandson rode to the gods on Pegasus,

Striving, like Icarus, to be proud,

And striving too hard and burning out.

Failure is the earnest person’s curse.

Blind faith is ludicrous, but not worse

Than agony.  Dear Lord, though I walk in the murk

Of uncertainty, and make errors that cause hurts,

Give me a strong heart and clear mind to assert

Stratagems and dutifully do beautiful work.

 

Maybe this book will sell big and help support Bev.

Will you please help support Bev and buy this book?

“Hello?  I don’t need support.  Damn it, Rob.”

And we sit and laugh like nattering nabobs.

 

Bev, if this makes you laugh,

I’m going to give you some more of it.

 

Like that time in Boston, the wind whooshed my cap,

Which rolled and rolled through Boston Commons.

A Cap for Sale panicking like the Gingerbread Man.

We laughed and laughed like Iowans in a subway.

 

Or that time house-shopping in our new burg

With Gloria and Ken, stopping at For Sale signs,

You running down driveways to espy

Backyards and returning with slanted yard arms

 

And cute legs filling shorts to the waist, as in

Spain, your valentine face beside a giant key

Handed us by a castle-keeper, charmed, evidently,

By you and the El Greco guy you married.

 

Always, we join in our lives to dwell on

Those loveliest of creatures, our sons,

Such good-hearted stars, and rightful goons.

 

“Goon” becomes a term because Nathan, you’ve

Called me that, and I called you, “Son of Goon.”

 

Now we’re set, Nathan,

We’ve laid the groundwork.

The game’s called Goon, and the object

Is to get to Good, with one condition:

Unkindness is not permitted.

 

The game plays on a dynamic board.

The goal is empathy, which as a tool,

Spawns spins, not wins, that go toward

Appreciation scores.    Isn’t it cool

That we own this knowledge core?

 

I need to talk as if I’m in decline

While upholding hope at the same time.

The two come together to intensify

Each moment in a show of “Hello, I’m.”

 

You may recognize that quip as a kind

Of rhyme-tweaking joke from “Ononis:

A Hare’s Tale.”  But I digress.

 

You see I’m back to my antic self,

And looking outward.  And “What else?”

 

This morning at breakfast,

Bev tells about an accountant

Who subbed as emergency goalie

For injured Blackhawk goalies

In the playoffs, and became MVP.

 

Henry said he’d never go to Urgent Care

To get the wood chip out of his eye

Because they can’t do anything urgent.

 

No moment is immaterial.

Flash in the pan, grit in the glue: ethereal.

--Rob Neufeld, Sept. 22, 2018

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