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
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
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
The Main Show: a story-poem stage presentation(part of Living Poem)Program 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 flower,A disaster streaming off extremes it breedsEverywhere and in our minds,…See More
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
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
The Main Show: A Story Poem Cycle(formerly, Coalescence) (part of Living Poem)The Main Show Program Notes (A program note reader comes out to read from the program notes.) 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…See More
The Sultan’s Dream (Part of Living Poem) When it comes to walking, the jig’s up.No more fit lad sitting at the pub.No more flim-flam smiling with a limp. See how the legs totter and the torso leans.Do you know what a lame sultan dreams?Of reclining on a divan wearing pantaloons, Comparing his plight to a mountaineer’sNegotiating an icy bluff in a fierce wind,And then lounging in a tent to unwind. Which…See More
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 hairAnd bearing, in red, one word: “Beware!” Bloats are creatures from the Land of Mud Pies,Wallowing in waste with tightly closed eyesUntil fears bring tears and the bleary bloats rise. ❧ Hare’s Colleagues I asked my boss,…See More
Join this internationally renowned storyteller, Connie Regan-Blake, as she transforms a packed theater into an intimate circle of friends with old-timey charm, wisdom, and humor. We’ll also welcome the Singer of Stories, Donna Marie Todd, who will perform her original story, “The Amazing Zicafoose Sisters.” Connie’s last two shows at BMCA have sold…See More
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.” The event will be hosted by the Black Mountain Center for the Arts, just a short drive from Asheville nestled in the picturesque mountains surrounding the area. Call the Center for advance tickets (828) 669-0930 or order…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.