Let’s say every word is precious (Part of Living Poem) Let’s say every word is precious.Say every word is precious.Every word is precious.Every word precious.Every word.Word.--Rob Neufeld, Oct. 16, 2018See More
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
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
"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…"
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
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
I thought we all should've attended naked but nobody backed me up. Hope we can see you soon--Ruth's schedule is a killer and I've just about become a hermit up here in my holler. I hardly go anywhere. I do bathe on occasion.
Cannot wait for the slingshot to hurl me back toward happiness. Criminy, between Mercury and Mars, things will be fine for about ten minutes before Mercury goes retro again. Sorry, I'll stop being a wet blanket now. Charles seems pretty chirpy, though.
Ruth's fine. She's a caregiver consultant for Project CARE out of Park Ridge Health in Fletcher. She works with folks whose loved ones have dementia. She serves six WNC counties and stays on the go while I sit home and peck at the computer slowly becoming more and more obscure despite my best efforts. I did write an afterword for Brian Knopp's collaborative novel Naked Came the Leaf Peeper, which some folks thought was amusing.
I am in a pout this morning and don't really know why. Except that I am usually predisposed to growls, pouts, funks and ennui at best during Mercury's retrograde. When does this end, oh, when will it ever end? Am willing to kick up some dust to liven things up around here.
Hey, Byron, I've missed you and all the crew there. Since marrying Ruth I hardly ever go to Asheville. Got a new book coming out next spring--nonfiction, believe it or not! You can check it out on my blog: charlesfprice.blogspot.com. My sequel to Nor the Battle to the Strong is in the hands of my publisher, languishing there seemingly forever. What have you written? How are you? What's up? I LOVE you! Charles
You know, I was once the best correspondent I knew. I sent my friends ten-page long handwritten letters every week or two. And now...well, now. From handwritten letters to paragraph-long emails to Facebook (I have one there, too), to the aptly-named but ill-omened Twitter (haven't succumbed to that madness yet.) The mighty are fallen and the gods are napping...or not. Obama '08! Obama '12! Thanks are due all, all around.