Posted by in Uncategorized My Grandmother Knew the sacred nature of her place A scrap of mountain above Cane River, on Big Creek, the blue ridge a bowl above the barns I remember holding a hand-full of her skirt to keep up, hunting creasy on a February morning our breath like the smoke of campfires air uncurling in…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized Reader: Let us all stand and “Welcome the Light!” Together the people say: Welcome the Light! Reader: On Solstice we hang in the balance. Like Mother Night we have been made pregnant by the Great Darkness and now we sit in vigil to birth the waxing year. If the sun agrees to return it will…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized 50 years ago now Truman Capote gave the best party ever The Black and White Ball was Credited, I say, with breaking the old order He invited everybody And Everybody came Moguls and novelists Divas and divines The inspiring and the almost expired Urbans and provincials in the same clutch Capote married Art and Politics…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized August August My father died and I went down to pick his figs Thinking to make a simple jam sweet enough to absorb grief Inside the humming tree – mid August and hot enough to make snakes mad I held a dancing communion with yellow-jackets, red wasps, midge flies, bumble-bees, hornets, cow-killers; working around the…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized I believe I can remember the first time my father was really angry with me. We were going to the store together. I sat in the front seat with him, on a long upholstered bench big enough for four. My habit was to slide over close enough to touch him. I might put my…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized Living Alone My grandmother Lilly Grew up just light enough to pass But not to matter; married at 13 Made her life a torch of love and raised 8 babies on nothing But what they could scratch and raise and kill Buried a husband in her 60s Come live with us! Her children chimed, but…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized I am a member of 6 diverse women’s groups. None of these groups started out explicitly as women’s groups; three are public boards. It’s just that often I find myself in a happy serious working coven of strong women, going about the restorative work of the commons, doing what needs to be done. Having…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized The Boy, The Brave Girls A pregnant woman in pink Comes to the water Behind her a tiny girl In a yellow leather bikini Follows, talking to her friends And holding the hand of a Timid boy, her brother He loves being with the girls, tries To be courageous around them But the girls pull…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized 1 Up in the mountains where I’m from There’s a bald that old and round And from its top you can see the world Folks call it Naked Ground, yeah, folks call it Naked Ground 2 My grandpa Holloway loved to hunt coon, and he run beautiful black and tan hounds. Sometimes he would collect…Read more »
Posted by in Uncategorized Welcome. Welcome to the Pokeberry Creek watershed of the Haw River valley of the upper Cape Fear Basin of the Atlantic Ocean. On my way to the Conference on Money and Meaning I was speaking in my head to Dorothy Parker and she said: “If you wanna know what God thinks about money just look…Read more »
