Grandmother Spider

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This little snippet is from Episode One of the radio drama. The video was made by Crystal Clear Waters for #MarvelinaMonday on Instagram.

Divided Moon

The Moon sees the Earth split between light and dark
and we see her divided the same way.
She pulls night from our day and plays with our emotions
shining reflected rays on our slumbering notions.

Moon over Paris Mountain at Dusk
Moon over Paris Mountain at Dusk

An update on WPCI Radio in Greenville

When I drive around Greenville, I love to listen to WPCI Radio, 1490 AM, because there is continuously great music, a great variety of music, and no commercials. What more could you ask for? Unfortunately, for the last week, I’ve gotten nothing but static. Hoping that this wasn’t permanent, I sent an e-mail to Randy Mathena, the generous spirit who hosts the radio station, to ask him what was going on.

Unfortunately for him, the cold weather has taken a toll on his transmitter, but the station should be heard on the airwaves again next week. In the meantime, you can search for WPCI at, and listen to it on your computer or smartphone. He told me that he hooks up his smartphone in his car to listen because of the “CD quality sound.”

I just listen the old fashioned way, so I’m looking forward to when he gets that transmitter working again, and I’m sending my appreciative thoughts in his direction. So, happy listening! And, if you appreciate the station as much as I do,  then don’t be shy about it. Spread the love around!


Moonrise over a spring fed pond.
Moonrise over our spring fed pond.

Blue Ridge Mountains Seen from Lake Robinson

A view of the Blue Ridge Mountains from Lake Robinson.
A view of the Blue Ridge Mountains from Lake Robinson.

Some Memories of Butch Morris

I met Butch Morris at A Gathering of the Tribes in the East Village of New York City, in the early 1990′s. Steve Cannon had asked me to participate in a Chorus of Poets conducted by Butch Morris, and rehearsal was right there in Tribes Gallery (an intimate experience you could say.) I didn’t know what to expect, having agreed to it simply because it sounded like fun. It was indeed a fun experience, but it was more than that. Butch was doing something that was truly new to me, and really profound I think. Later on I would be a witness to a towering babel suddenly sounding sweet harmony, humanity communicating for a moment in time, speaking a common language and taking a little step closer to the light of the divine. But when I arrived for the first rehearsal I simply had to learn his hand signals.

Butch Morris and the Chorus of Poets II, Alice Tully Hall at Lincoln Center, Mother’s Day May 8, 1994 Photo by Amy J. Klement

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