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Nancy Werking Poling posted an event

Nancy Werking Poling at Black Mountain Library

June 15, 2019 from 3pm to 4pm
Can women rescue the planet from ecological disaster?Nancy Werking Poling will launch her new novel, WHILE EARTH STILL SPEAKS, set in WNC. She'll tell the stories behind the story: How did Mary (more crone than virgin) get into the narrative? And Mary Surratt, a co-conspirator of John Wilkes Booth?See More
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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 posted an event

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 posted an event

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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William Roy Pipes posted a discussion


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 SettingPrologue Narrator:   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 flower,A disaster streaming off extremes it breedsEverywhere and in our…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
Jan 23

The Tale of Ononis


by Rob Neufeld


Part 1:


The Making of a Celebrity




Hare Begins His Tale



Ononis was my region’s name.

People now call it Never-the-same.

I’ll start with the day a delivery came.


The package I got was a devil’s dare,

Swaddled and knotted in Swamp Bloat hair

And bearing, in red, one word: “Beware!”


Bloats are creatures from the Land of Mud Pies,

Wallowing in waste with tightly closed eyes

Until fears bring tears and the bleary bloats rise.






Hare’s Colleagues



I asked my boss, “You know what this is?”

He just pointed to a lipstick-kiss’s

Imprint from the missive’s missus.


“You’ll need sharp scissors to cut that hair,”

Cracked my newspaper colleague and rival, Claire.

Then guess-who—me—went you-know-where.


On the “Weekly Wangle,” they called me “Sleuth.”

I saw my new story as “A Moment of Truth,”

And opened the package and found—a tooth.





Childhood Memories



My tongue shot up to a memory spot,

Feeling a hurt in a thing that was not,

But once had been in the Childhood Time Forgot.


I remembered a time, though it’s mostly a blur,

When bees spelled out sweetness yet to occur,

And moms snuffed nits from little kits’ fur.


When the sun rose up, it clicked like a clock,

And I clacked my claws on Dancing Rock.

What came next, I recall as a shock.






Memory of Invasion



The Robbers flew in from Klangenklouth,

The Forbidden City in the land to the south,

And somehow I lost a tooth from my mouth.


Everyone was changed.  Mr. Biggy Chew

Lost his ears and cried “cock-a-doodle-doo.”

I was frightened and hid from view.


When I emerged, I was a new rabbit.

I formed a get-to-the-root-of-things habit.

Introduced to the tooth of my youth, I grabbed it.


And so, like a photo bled to the border,

I crowded out the hubbub of every reporter,

And dove into the future like a rat into water.





Joe Crow Shows Up



There appeared in the door a polished crow

A slouch we knew as “Sad-Eyed Joe.”

“Joe,” I asked him, “What’s the new mojo?”


“Ah, Hare,” he replied, ruffling his torso.

“I’m the same as ever, but even more so—.

Beat, like the poet, Gregory Corso.”


“Corso—the bloke who went berserk

In his poem called, ‘Marriage,’ telling a hotel clerk,

‘I deny honeymoon!’?   “Yes, that droll jerk.”





Reality Show Offer



“But you!” Joe smirked.  “You look like a schnook!

Is that the dress code for reading a book?

I can’t sell that sad-sack, shell-shocked look.”


“But new looks,” he trumpeted, “they’re my specialty!”

And he held out his arms like a voodoo doll effigy.

“I represent the show, ‘Make Me a Celebrity’!”





The Deal’s Already Done



“Just wait a darn minute,” I carped, all kerfuffled,

“Your carnival bark and patois must be muffled.”

“The cards,” Joe crowed, “the cards have been shuffled.”


And he took out a card with a bright silver sheen

That glowed in my face with an ad on its screen:

“On May nineteenth, see Hare wipe his slate clean!”





Hare Meets his Re-maker



I started to shout, “You plan to re-do me?”

But I noticed Joe’s eyes, wide-open, yet gloomy,

And said, “Sure, let’s go, Joe, and try out the new me.”


We entered a trailer, emblazoned, “The Sky King,”

Reached through back lots and after much hiking.

“Just speak,” said a voice.  “What is to your liking?”


I admit, though I should’ve said, “an end to this ruse,”

Or a woman, or wheels, or a crack at big news,

I had no idea what I should choose.





Hare Gets Guidance



“Oh Sky King,” I said, “and I do not mock,

Seven-spice chicken would really rock.

You know, there used to be a chicken place on my block.”


A woman came in with a dish of mysteriousness

And asked, “Is this what you wish in all seriousness?”

“Okay, tell me,” I said, “what your theory is, Miss.”


“I believe,” she crooned, “that like a bolt from the blue

Fate comes in and rescues you.

If you wish to be a star, your dreams come true.”





Hare’s Debut



Then a host spoke out, “Show me the money!”

A fake wall fell and the night got sunny.

 “Welcome to the show that features a bunny!


“This is the premise: In our real-life cartoon

We’ll transform the most unlikely goon

Into a character over whom all will swoon.”


“Psst, Hare,” whispered the host, Donkey McClurks,

“When the cameras roll, do what works.

Be more than yourself.  Exaggerate quirks.”





The Show Begins



In the opening segment, titled, “Pop Goes the Hare,”

I crossed my shanks and turned in my chair,

And bared my soul to the spotlight’s glare.


Yes, it was like the talks I give now,

Except then I was drunk with the feeling of “Wow!”

And now, what I wish to say is: “Ow.”


Wikipedia notes I was the “darling of crowds!”

I scared up invasions and scoffed at clouds.

I made true confessions and lifted up shrouds.


It was frightful and funny, and, above all, frightful.

Critics called my show insightful.

My downfall came when I became most prideful.





The Downturn



My fantasies were fruits on which factions fattened.

My style was so dope, I took out a patent.

Then, reality hit.  My ratings flattened.


My network concocted a viral news contest

And invited dark knights and a faux Pocahontas,

And amateurs, and hamsters, and my own orthodontist!


I must say, the orthodontist I did not mind

For it was on me that his flashlight shined

When he said, “From Hare’s mouth, I can see his behind!”




People Going Ape



Some of my challengers made my teeth grind.

It‘s hard to believe in humankind

When people go ape over absence of mind.


My apologies to apes.  I’ve known a few,

And I’ve never seen an ape go ape, except once on “The View,”

When an ape said, “I’m human,” and a human claimed, “Me, too.”





Nettie Boles



So, now let me tell you about a certain show

When a hamster was indeed the next chump to go

Up against me in a round of “‘T’ain’t So.”


The hamster, named Nettie, reported a puma

Who victimized starlets, according to rumor.

Networks went hot; and sour, my humor.


After a week of buzz about Nettie’s creep,

I awakened at 5, when most folks sleep,

And broadcast my message after a beep-beep-beep.


“Nettie Boles,” I red-baited, “has sold us lies.

In truth, she’s a temptress from a rat’s nest of spies

An unsheathed dagger lies behind her dark eyes.


“To learn more about ‘Nettie and the Rat Threat’

And how sex can be used for societal upset,

Go to my website at PopGoestheHare dot net.”





Hare Falls in Love



Nettie’s tales had scored big, but not as big as

My smears against her.  Police news nabs

Nightly local views, but loses to paranoia’s pizzazz.


The next show, I repented.  “Let me tell you,” I coughed,

“Something strange happened when I last signed off.

My mind had gone light as my heart had gone soft.


“Nettie’d swayed offstage with a ‘You first’ glide

And I saw something in her I’d previously not spied

And wondered what secrets she really did hide.


“She knew a truth about me.  That was the snare.

And now, divesting myself of my market share,

I present: Declawed Fraud, formerly known as Hare.”




Hare’s Love Poem



Nettie’s shoulders spread wide as her mother’s had

Before death’s weight had laid her in her bed.

Now, Nettie mothers her brothers in her mother’s stead.


Nettie’s callouses show where she’d bled

Fingering guitars.  Her palms bulge baking bread.

To the pillow of her paunch, I submit my bowed head.


But of all Nettie’s charms, the greatest of all

Is her ability to switch roles at a moment’s call,

Shed clothes, and recast the world with her foot-fall.



Hare Can’t Escape Show Biz



I thought I was going to turn a new leaf

And give up the job of a dignity thief.

But my ratings graph spiked, as did Nettie’s grief.


I tried being witless, rancid, perverse.

I shouted at flowers, I pimped my hearse.

I strangled, entangled in a dangling curse.





Nettie Saves the Day



One night, as my tears pooled into a puddle,

I asked my dear self, “Dear Self, what’ll

Become of you?”—and who came to clean my butt of scuttle,


But Nettie the hamster!  She knows what’s true.

She’d seen through my guise and my eyes into

The me that I was when I’d noticed her, too.






Hare Visits Hamster Land



The cave was dark where the hamsters dwelled.

“Hello!—hello anybody!” I yelled.

A tear filled my eye from a sharpness I smelled.


Then I felt the embrace of a whole hamster nation.

I can’t describe to you the exhilaration

Of becoming the object of such adulation.


Did the hamsters know I’d pointed the finger

At their den of dissidents, and had been the bell-ringer

For a raid?  I thought it best I not linger.


But then old Uncle Ham, with the droopy lip,

Pulled a squeeze bag from a belt on his hip

And held it up and said, “Son, have a drip!”





A Hamster Party



The whole crowd dipped into a swirling skip.

Blokes told jokes.  But at the tip

Of my perception, I did detect a leaky ship.


“Hey, get a grip!” said a snatcher of my wrist,

“Did you hear the tale about the frog that got kissed?

He’s now on a royal sex offender list!”





After the Party



After the party, I met Net’s brother, Stu,

Who flicked a lighter, saying, “Here’s a clue

To the igniting we’re going to use you to do.


“First day in Hamstertown,” I wrote in my diary,

“I’ve adopted the slump of a has-been retiree.

Still, I’d kill for the thrill to turn dull to fiery.”


Next day, a newscast blared out at the club,

“Hare’s Defection Confirms Long Ties to the Scrub!”

I was accused of having used a worm’s way to rub.





Faded Celebrity



But from TV’s long reach I was not yet released.

An agent had me cast in the role of a priest

In a reality show titled, “Flocks Being Fleeced.”


“Show me the bunny!” is what Ham liked to jest

Introducing me to a just-arrived guest.

“Behold the vestige of a non-virile pest.”





Saving My Reputation



Nettie stuck by me and kept me calm

By tracing a heart shape in my palm

When Chauncey, a cousin, dropped his bomb.


“Spawn!” Chauncey spat, and it gave me a fright,

Triggering my button of fight-or-flight.

But I filled my lungs, stood firm, and held tight.


“See here!” I said, as if Chauncey were Crow,

“There are some alleys down which I won’t go,

Though one can’t go lower than a reality show.


“But I’m not the enemy.  The world’s out-of-joint.

My point has been that my points have no point.

If you seek pure evil, my sins disappoint.”




Entertaining Children



From a cushion set up in the pups’ play-space

I told children’s stories for twenty-five straight days.

Including the tale, “The Man with the Plate Face.”


Have you heard of my allegorical episode?

On The Day of No Dinner, Plate comes to a crossroad

And sees a nutcracker clacking madly in Morse code.


Tap-clap-clap, tap-clap, tap-tap, clap,

Which spells, “Wait!”  Plate dismisses this claptrap,

Opens his backpack, and unfolds his map flap.


“I’ll tell you exactly where I intend to go,”

Plate blurts—“to Master’s Castle!”   And having said so,

He pierces his future with the tip of his toe.








With Plate’s first step in the Land to the Left,

He discovers his side-bag has lost all its heft,

And knows, with that absence, he’s the victim of theft.







The Hand Rail



Reaching for support as his rubbery legs fail,

Plate grabs a tree limb hanging over the trail.

And detects in its bumps a message in braille.


“Keep heart,” the tree says, as it holds Plate’s grip.

“Ahead will be frights that will make your mind skip,

And moments as sweet as a dewdrop’s drip.”






Scary Encounter



Oh!  What is that flash that Plate sees in the shade?

Is it light reflecting off a knife blade?

Yes, it’s John the Knife stepping into the glade.


“Hold off, Sir Knife!” Plate cries out in defense.

He’d heard of Knife’s flight from the Home of the Gents,

And read news that Knife nursed spiteful intents.


“People think,” Knife says, “I’m bad, but I ain’t.

I’ve been labeled a slasher.  That’s my complaint.

I’m unfit for my work.  Blood makes me faint!”  







Plate says to Knife, “Knife, let’s make a deal.

We’ll walk to Lord’s Castle, and then we’ll both steal

Inside and stage an appeal at the Master’s next meal.”





Story Interrupted



In a dreamlike way, Plate’s cause will enfold

Not only Knife, but Spoon, Fork, and Bowl

In a plot to determine what fate dinner shall hold.


Day after day, I rolled out this cartoon.

Once, I Mother-Goosed it, and ran about with a spoon.

The pups squealed, “When’s the Meal?”  Quoth I, “Eftsoon!”


But fate kept no date with Plate and his passel.

I never got to tell what befell at the Castle,

For I was summoned to the lord to whom I was vassal.





For Whom the Bell Tolls



“Hare!” Ham greeted me, hanging his phone up,

“Nettie vanished yesterday, and still hasn’t shown up!

I need you to switch your audience to grown-up.”


Nettie in trouble?   My mind flashed forward fast.

Must I now break my vow to never again broadcast

News as I’d spewed in my now much-abhorred past?


Ham showed me a text that popped up on his cell.

No number was listed next to the bell,

But the text read: Don’t believe the lies they tell.


Thus, granted a license for verbal ruthlessness,

I hung out my plaque in the Kingdom of Truthlessness.

Now let the world feel the bite of toothlessness!




Going Underground



The hamster clan clamored in a state of upheaval.

Chauncey and Stu had gone off to fight evil,

And fell into a cult, and required retrieval.


Nettie’s descent had been a sisterly mission.

My course was similarly beyond question,

Though it skewed toward Stu’s conspiracy suggestion.


Like Plate and his crew, Chauncey and Stu

Had embarked on a path with no endgame in view.

But with these two, I promise you a follow-through.


Here’s what will come with the story’s renewal:

I’ll learn though Stu’s dangerous, he’s not a fool,

And I’m, apparently, a tool, and end up working for a ghoul.


What do ghouls represent?  Why, the new story’s cast:

Demons with masks, saviors, critics, fixations,

And troubling figures from my undead past.


I ‘m wondering if I should wait, as the storyteller,

Until Part 3 to marry Nettie, my Dulcinella.

Hmm.  Going underground now.  Contact your bookseller.



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