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Joan Henehan replied to Joan Henehan's discussion on Reading Living Poem
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First Drumbeat

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 jokeWhen my life was wide,And I was a stud,And not a dud—I knowI’m not a dud.  I’m a dude,A dad.  But everyone mustRebut the dud chargeAt summing up time. Oh yeah, the joke,A trademark one for meIn that it’s not funny. I used to say I’ll never retireFrom writingBecause if I’m ever…See More
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Rob Neufeld replied to Joan Henehan's discussion on Reading Living Poem
"Thanks for the prompt, Joan!  I have attached the whole work in progress as a doc at the bottom of the table of contents page: http://thereadonwnc.ning.com/special/living-poem"
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Joan Henehan replied to Joan Henehan's discussion on Reading Living Poem
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Julia Nunnally Duncan at Marion Branch McDowell County Public Library

October 24, 2018 from 4pm to 5pm
Julia Nunnally Duncan will be launching her new poetry collection A Neighborhood Changes (Finishing Line Press, 2018) at a book presentation and signing to be held at the McDowell County Public Library in Marion on October 24.See More
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Rob Neufeld replied to Joan Henehan's discussion on Reading Living Poem
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Joan Henehan replied to Joan Henehan's discussion on Reading Living Poem
"I'll ask the kids, Barb and Ethan, if they have any contacts who might have an interest in this as a unique topic for any performers they know. It might also be something that my friend Ruby Lerner could brainstorm about to her theatre…"
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Rob Neufeld replied to Joan Henehan's discussion on Reading Living Poem
"Thanks much, Joan!  I'm trying to get some attention for these poems.  Triple Whammy is def in rap style.  And the beat goes on.  Hugs from me and Bev."
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You might be the first ALS-subject-matter rapper. Add some beats and spread it. the time is now...See More
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More from the World of ALS

More from the World of ALS (Part of Living Poem)    Negotiating steps is like someone who seeksTo emulate a goat on mountain peaks. Crossing a threshold, limping inIs like the valley-walking of an Olympian. A cane and its grip make a fellow stopTo consider the physics of leans and drops. To know how a forefinger grabs and digsImagine your digits are chestnut twigs When a new drug trial notably…See More
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RANDALL KENAN SELECTS NANCY WERKING POLING WINNER OF THE 2018 ALEX ALBRIGHT CREATIVE NONFICTION PRIZE

RANDALL KENAN SELECTS NANCY WERKING POLING WINNER OF THE 2018 ALEX ALBRIGHT CREATIVE NONFICTION PRIZE(31 August 2018)Nancy Werking Poling of Black Mountain is the winner of the 2018 Alex Albright Creative Nonfiction Prize competition for "Leander’s Lies." Poling will receive $1000 from the North Carolina Literary Review, thanks to a generous NCLR reader’s donation that allowed this year’s honorarium to increase (from the previous award of $250). Her winning essay will be published in the North…See More
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Upcoming Rides

Upcoming Rides(Part of Living Poem) I must take a break from writing aboutThe third Lord Granville’s loss of landIn colonial North Carolina to noteI’m losing functionality in my hands. I’m confining my writing to a four-line,Alternate rhyme form, like a horse-fenceFraming a pantomimeOf equine force.  Hence, It’s time to imagine the power of mind,For instance, when a nod or thoughtInstructs a machine to…See More
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The Cherokee and the Colonists

The Epic of the Cherokee and the Colonists            Hernando De Soto stopped in Asheville in 1541            When the Spanish conquistador came through here on his way from the Gulf Coast to Lake Michigan, he encountered big towns, well-used roads, and abandoned homes.   A smallpox epidemic—one of a series of plagues…See More
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PULLING THE SCOTTY

 

I am tossed from side to side

between my Mother and Daddy

as the little green GMC pickup truck

slowly makes it way up Old Cherry Mountain Road.

 

Every so often Mother would yell “Stop, Cecil!”

Daddy would explain for the dozenth time that

he’d have to get to the curve first.

Once we were at the level place in the road,

the three of us would climb out and trot

back down the road to retrieve the rock Mother

wanted for her rock garden.

 

Daddy would place it in just the right place

in the back of the truck and we’d all climb back in.

Occasionally I’d lollygag and end up sitting by the window

where I stretched out my hand to snap off

long fronds of Queen Annes Lace that happily

grew at the edges of the old road.

 

Daddy would go through the gears on the steering column,

first, clutch, second, clutch … and the truck would balk

at the idea of switching up to third gear, so we’d settle

into second as the rock in the back lurched backwards.

Mother laughed and Daddy would shake his head …

Mary Alice and her rock obsession! He adored her for it.

 

Merrily rolling behind us was our turquoise and white

Scotty Camper, rocking side to side like a happy drunkard,

the yellow ping-pong ball smiley face hanging in the window

seemed to echo its elation. It had followed us from

South Georgia along the slick concrete freeways that

ker-thunk ker-thunked beneath the wheels, and later

along sharply curving mountain roads where Mother was

certain it would tip over at every switchback.

 

We finally rolled into Bill and Nancy’s campsite

on Cherry Mountain and Daddy set the emergency brake.

My cousins, Tim and Jeff climbed out of the creek

shaking off water as they ran up the hill.  Mother opened up

the Scotty and began bringing out lawn chairs.

Daddy used the rocks in the back of the truck to

keep the Scotty from rolling down Cherry Mountain.

 

That night I slept in the overhead bunk in the Scotty

gazing past the Smiley Faced ping-pong ball at the same

moon I would come to adore over the next fifty years

with the cousin I would someday learn to call “Mom”.

 

-Lynn Hamilton-Rutherford

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