I was so excited and my first day was so welcoming!
Some photos –
I was so excited and my first day was so welcoming!
Some photos –
Once upon a hill
In the fresh Ozark mountain air
A Fall Arkansas rain lingers here
Damp on God’s sweet earth
Bowed bows encircle me
As I travel down Dairy Hollow Road
Transclucent green leaves
Make a large cathedral overhead
Forming arch after arch of perfect tree bridges
I look up to my sky and see
Only slivers of sunlight
Woodland trees and leaf shadows
Spin like stained-glass images
A raven flies solo
High above the hollow
Finding its roost along rock ledges
Clear Spring is mighty clear
No run here
Oh, dear God
You give us our day
Our sacred gifts
A treasured cove of earth and sky
All these wonders to behold
And even in my own meager wanderings
Each road I travel is framed and signed by you!
Originally posted on dVerse:
Greetings, Friends. Visitors to the pub today are in for a special treat. I know that most of us have seen the sketches that Claudia has used to accompany some of her poetry. I have quietly admired these sketches and thought it would be fun to write in response to one of them. I will include a few of Claudia’s sketches in this article, but Claudia has given us permission to use any of the sketches on her Flickr page, as long as you attribute her!
I thought rather than just feature Claudia’s sketches it would be fun to learn a few things about her interest, so I asked her some questions:
I am wondering how you became interested in sketching, Claudia. Was it a childhood interest or one you developed later in life?
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Originally posted on thecourseofourseasons:
She perches on the rail,
kicking her feet out over the water.
Smiling, she says
‘Sing to me a sad song.’
So I croon her a tune of Count Basie’s-
‘Don’t the moon look lonesome,
shining thru the trees.
Don’t the moon look lonesome,
when your baby packs up to leave.’
And in a fit of giggles, she almost lands in the river-
Steadying herself, she whispers
‘Look the buildings are sleeping.’
Standing quietly, arms folded and eyes shut tight,
they lean against each other for support
like old horses in a stable.
‘But the river never sleeps.’
‘No, she doesn’t – she holds each bank in her strong embrace,
and sings her own songs to the sleeping city.’
‘Now, its your turn to sing.’
“Moon river, wider than a mile…’
I perch on the railing, precariously between
‘I’m crossing her in style one day’
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Originally posted on A Thing for Words:
So many live our lives
groping from one darkness
to the next, praying
for the spark of hope
to light our way,
for we are certain
we’ll never see dawn,
never feel even sunset.
Others live in the sun-bright
moment of now.
They follow illumination
from within to find their way
through the dark times
until the Great Light
And there are those of us,
like me, who’ve been through
the dark, the light,
and back again. For me,
the twilight will be enough,
as long as I feel the blind warmth
of your hand guiding me.
A super-quick 100-word draft, written in a parking lot this morning, shared with my friend Anthony Desmond, for the latest Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub.
Eureka Springs, Writer’s Colony
Saturday Morning, September 6
JOURNAL ENTRY ONE
Making a morning cup of tea
Sitting at my writing desk
It is still dark night
A street lamp light
Moves gold through woodland trees
Casting shadows upon shadows
JOURNAL ENTRY TWO
Outside the Peach Blossom Room
A bottom porch of sorts moves you along stairs or around to the front
A beautiful garden hosting bright orange and purple Zina’ blooms
Standing on a ledge a large pot of basil to grace our meals
JOURNAL ENTRY THREE
A soaking Arkansas rain yesterday
Leaving cool mountain air refreshed and muted damp earth smells
The trees still seem to be sleeping too
I listen for any sound – proof that night is turning into day
I hear nothing at first, no bird song, no wrestling of leaves
Then from far back into the woods
I hear tree frogs, beautiful night sounds
Calling their lonesome songs
As they cradle our heads while we sleep
“Hush, my darling, close your eyes and rest”
We still need time to gently summon life to awake once more!
Sunday morning, September 7
JOURNAL ENTRY FOUR
A nightlight suddenly has been turned off
The black smoke screen of night
Gives way to twilight’s raising eyebrow
Painting the sky a light pale blue grey
Bathing the day in a holy shroud
I rise early before the dawn
Holding on to sacred spaces in the midnight hour
Before the awakening hour of day
Fills these deep woods with stories yet untold
It is so very quiet, you can hear yourself say, “hush”!
JOURNAL ENTRY FIVE
I walk this vibrant path
Stone upon stone
Laid by bare hands upon this sweet earth
Held in a grey misty day
Knowing a moment within my soul
Truth suddenly considered
Capturing brightness stolen from the mist
Touched and then worked into something new
JOURNAL ENTRY SIX
I push myself I awake
Before twilight danced upon the sky
Wrapped in a warm blanket from a night’s rest
My cottage door steps right into the hillside
Large grey rain-soaked stones led upstairs and around to front
A second path of grass and earth follows the house around
I need to feel the air . . .
How is the outside?
How is the day?
I have to step out even if it’s just for a while
Listen to sounds & just be part of God’s day!
Sunday afternoon, September 7
JOURNAL ENTRY SEVEN
Walking down the cobblestone sidewalks
In the middle of shops and streets converging
I quickly get lost into the city
Noticing the sights and sounds of Eureka Springs
Corners are everywhere
Edges softened by the rain
Sitting on a public park bench
Watching others talking and walking by
I say, “I’m not in a hurry”
“Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here”
Monday Night, September 8
JOURNAL ENTRY EIGHT
Full Moon Over Dairy Hollow
There is a super moon rising
The last one for summer
I’m outside sitting with the moon, Neptune and Pluto too
Taking in the soft hugs from the moon above
Framed by hollow tree bridges lining every roadside curve
The sky only opens when you near the top of the hills
Or climb toward one of the springs
Just at the edge of country wildness
I meet two red foxes as they scurry under the hillside
In a Land O’ Nod and sleepy Ms. Nibbles
Tucked into the hillsides
On Spring Street, Main or the Middle Street
Casa Colina and Stone House sleep before midnight
But the main Lady, Crescent Castle and St. Elizabeth from Hungary
Shine their lights to adorn the night
River Valley Writer Award 2014
River Valley Writer Awarded 2014 Arkansas Arts Council Artist Fellowship
ALMA, Ark. —The Arkansas Arts Council named Alma resident and Do South Magazine Managing Editor, Marla Cantrell, a 2014 Individual Artist Fellow for her work in short fiction. Marla grew up in the River Valley and writes about Arkansas’ people, heritage and culture. Cantrell is the only writer from the River Valley to be selected this year for the prestigious award.
The Artist Fellowship is Cantrell’s second recognition of 2014. Earlier this year, Cantrell, a member of the Borderliners Writers’ Group in Fort Smith, won first place in the White County Writers Contest at the 2014 Arkansas Writers’ Conference. Aside from her publications in Do South Magazine, Cantrell has also been published in Show Off Anthology, Deep South Magazine, Long Story Short, Word Haus, and the Center for Writing Excellent, 3rd Annual Fiction Anthology.
The Arkansas Arts Council announced the 2014 Individual Artist Fellowships Tuesday. Fellowships are awarded annually to artists in Arkansas in recognition of their individual artistic abilities. These fellowships enable artists to set aside time for creating their art and improving their skills. Three artistic disciplines are selected each year as categories for the awards. The three categories for this year are Literary Arts: Short Story Writing; Performing Arts: Directing of Theater Productions; and Visual Arts: Works on Paper.
Cantrell and the other fellows will be recognized at a reception, co-sponsored by Historic Arkansas Museum, on Friday, October 3, from 6-8 p.m. at the museum on 200 E. Third St. in Little Rock. The reception is free and open to the public. Seating is limited; reservations are required. For reservations, call(501) 324-9766. Cantrell’s work can be read at www.dosouthmagazine.com and www.southernpencil.com. You can follow Cantrell on Twitter at @WritinginARK.
Writing with my Mr Tom Hanxwriter again!
Today is cooler in the 60s and air and sunlight feels like
a hello to fall! Oh my, of course, it is my FAV time of the
Getting ready and packed to go to Eureka Springs this
weekend thru next week! Will be working on producing
my first Chapbook at Writer’s Colony Residency!
I am so honored to be selected! The Writer’s Colony supports
artists taking time to create and share with others!
My morning write ~
never let go
open to possibilities
stepping into your future
no matter your age!
hang on to the positive
and the beauty in life
be that beauty!
Set yourself free
Let go of hurt
Are a loving spirit
You are called
To live and to grow
To love others
To walk this life’s journey
With joy and happiness
You are still you
Accept who you are
Embrace your inner self
Change is a part of the journey
And let yourself be happy
You are a gift to others
Don’t loose years by
Focusing on the past
Or hurt or disappointments
Forgive yourself and others
Rise above what limits you
Step into your future
And live now
With a happy heart
And always will be
A part of who you are
He is with you
He walks with you side-by-side
You are truly never alone
Listen for the divine
You are indeed held by
His loving spirit
Always and forever
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