As I usually do on the second Wednesday of each month, I headed down to Cafe Touche on Main Street in Hayesville, NC, the prettiest little town you will ever see. Victoria hosted our dozen or more writers and poets to her coffee shop at 10:30 a.m. where we spent an hour and a half talking, laughing and sharing poems and stories.
Featured today: Glenda Beall
I began my reading with an old poem of mine, November Trees, which was published by Jayne Jaudon Ferrer on her Poem a Day site, and also in my chapbook, Now Might as Well be Then, published by Finishing Line Press. That poem plucks hard on my nostalgic heart strings. It was written after my brother, Ray, was diagnosed with cancer.
The second piece I read was a personal essay, A Wonderful Evening at the Emergency Room. It is a humorous episode, so funny in places, I could hardly read it without laughing. My audience seemed to enjoy it as well. Compliments followed, and I left on a high with my friend Mary Mike, knowing I had a publishable essay to send out.
The rest of this sunny day was spent with dear friends; lunch with Mary Mike, preparing with Nadine Justice for her book celebration party on Saturday, and being treated to a nice birthday dinner by my "guardian angel" and neighbor, Ginny W.
|MY DEAR FRIEND, GINNY W.|
When I finally got to my computer tonight, I found a great critique of a poem I sent to Will Wright.
It could have been raining, hailing, blowing outside, but my day was bright and sunny. I hope yours was, too.