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Saturday, May 2, 2015

Squire Summer Writing Residency

Registration is now open for the North Carolina Writers' Network 2015 Squire Summer Writing Residency.

The Residency runs Thursday, July 23, through Sunday, July 26, at East Carolina University in Greenville, NC. The long weekend offers intensive workshops with accomplished instructors, group events such as readings and discussions, a chance to share work with other dedicated writers, and a unique opportunity to bond with writers from across the state and beyond.

Registrants will spend the entire weekend in one workshop, in either fiction, poetry, or creative nonficiton. Participation is limited to the first sixteen qualified registrants in each workshop, for a total of forty-eight attendees.

For more information, and to register, go to

Monday, April 27, 2015

National Poetry Month

Poem for the day.

The Energy of Trees

The cherry blossom tree
By the seaside
Merrily blooming and watching
The tide.
Breezes blow softly through
Its blooms
And rustle the leaves in
The evening gloom.
Bluebirds fly through
The air,
And light silently in the
Trees’ new hair.

A song comes from its
Fragrant depth
And fills each heart
With happiness.
Oh how I would love to be
As beautiful as the
Cherry blossom tree.

Kathy Oddenino          04.27.15

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

National Poetry Month

Poem for the day.

                                     BUG OFF!

There’s nothing more squiggly, more jiggly, more wiggly –
They make me quite chortley and, I fear, rather giggly.

When I’m first introduced to a beetle or bug,
I must be polite; I can’t simply say, “Uggh!”

“How nice to meet you.  How do you do?
Would you care for a munch on a crisp leaf or two?”

Each tiny bug foot and each leglet minute,
Each proboscis, each feeler – a sensation absolute!

A caterpillar taking a stroll on me
Tickles my fingers tremendously.

Does a caterpillar meandering on a twig or rose
Make it laugh or chuckle, do you suppose?

Carolyn York

Monday, April 20, 2015

National Poetry Month

Poem for the day.

                                       PURRING PERFECT DREAMS

The Cheshire Cat stretches dainty claw-tipped paws,
Reclines, luxuriates on the velvet couch of sky.
A Mona Lisa smile twitches her lips.
She knows
She knows
Knows all
Secrets of the darkness
Flicker in her Chinese cat-glow eyes.
She dreams.
Her body gradually melts into moonlight.
Only her     S                         E      remains.
M              L

Carolyn York

Sunday, April 19, 2015

National Poetry Month

Poem for the Day


                    At  I-95 Cloverdale exit in Winston-Salem is a Shell station.
                        On the hill above is Bowman Gray School of Medicine.
                        On the third floor are cubicles where cancer patients sit
                        for long hours of chemo as plastic pouches of medicine
                       nerve-wrackingly, slowly drip down long tubes
                       pumping rituxan and doxorubicin and bleomycin
                       into veins breathlessly waiting for a cure.

                        Out the broad expense of windows
is a red sign over the Shell station:
                        GET WELL SOON

                        Wearing a cap autographed by his friends,
                        attached to a tangle of tubes and bags
and plugged into a port, my son, age 22,
looks out the window
toward the Chevy Lumina in the parking lot
breathlessly wishing to be on the road.

Carolyn York