On Thursday, August 21, 2014 at 7:00 PM, John Campbell Folk School and N.C.
Writers Network West are sponsoring The
Literary Hour, an hour of poetry and prose reading held at Keith House on
the JCFS campus. This is being held on the third Thursday of the month unless
otherwise notified. The reading is free
of charge and open to the public. Writers Estelle Rice and Glenda Beall
will be the featured readers, both of whom are well established poets in the
Estelle Rice, author of Quiet Times, a book of poetry, is a
well-published writer whose short stories have appeared in The Appalachian Heritage Journal, the Journal of Kentucky Studies, and in anthologies and magazines,
including Lights in the Mountains and Echoes Across the Blue Ridge.
She is a native North
Carolinian, born in Rocky Mount and raised in Charlotte. She
now lives in Marble, NC. Estelle received her BA in psychology from Queens
University in Charlotte and a MA in counseling from the University of South
Alabama. She is a retired Licensed Professional Counselor. Although she is a
full-time caregiver for her husband now, she still attends writing workshops
and continues to create poems and stories. Her poetry has been published in The Back Porch, the Freeing Jonah series and others.
Estelle has been a member
of the North Carolina Writers’ Network
West for many years and has endeared herself to her friends and co-writers
Beall’s poems, essays and short stories have been published in numerous
literary journals and magazines including, Reunions
Magazine, Main Street Rag,Appalachian Heritage, Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal, The Dead Mule,School of Southern Literature and Wild Goose Poetry Review. Her poems have been anthologized in Lights in the Mountains, The Best of Poetry Hickory Series, 2011,
Kakalak: North Carolina Poets of 2009,
and Women’s Spaces, Women’s Places,
among others. Glenda
enjoys writing articles for newspapers on subjects that are important to her
such as indoor air pollution and spaying and neutering pets. She supports
animal rescue shelters with her articles. She taught memoir writing at John
C. Campbell Folk School for several years. She also teaches writing at
Tri-County Community College. Glenda
served as program director of North Carolina Writers’ Network West in 2007 and
2008, and is now Clay County Representative for NCWN West. Glenda is author of NOW
MIGHT AS WELL BE THEN, poetry published by Finishing Line Press, and she
compiled a family history, PROFILES AND PEDIGREES, THOMAS CHARLES
COUNCIL AND HIS DESCENDANTS, published by Genealogy Publishing Company.
That’s Life: New and Selected Poems, includes a poem about her wedding day. Little did she know on that lovely day, her husband would suffer a stroke within months, and she would become a 24/7 caregiver until his death six years later.
Their writing program has evidently grown quite a bit since those days when they published several of my poems. I visited the site and I see they have a good creative writing program. In fact, the editor of my chapbook, Now Might as Well be Then, Leah Maines at Finishing Line Press, is listed among their faculty.
I read their English Department blog and found this post that might be of interest to my readers. One of the college's alums is an older woman, Mary Anne Reese, who went back to school after years of working as an attorney. She lives in Cincinnati, OH, and earned her MA at Northern Kentucky University. She gives some good advice, I think.
Yes, there have been a few I really thought were well written and clever, but they just didn't follow the guidelines closely enough. I absolutely hate to do layout work on experimental poetry. The lines need to be justified to the left and in a traditional manner. I will let a few slip by if they look like they won’t be too much trouble, but I will refuse the manuscript if it is filled with crazy lines going all over the place.
I am in process of putting together a poetry manuscript that I hope will be complete before too long. My chapbook, Now Might as Well be Then was published by Finishing Line Pressin 2009, the same year my husband passed away. That book is a bitter-sweet reminder.
photo by Michelle Keller
I enjoyed working with Leah Maines editor, and Kevin Maines at Finishing Line. I hope the publishing of my next book will go as well.
Poets can run into some nightmares with publishers. A friend had her book accepted, but the press failed and after holding her manuscript a long time, the book was never published. Writers must research, carefully, and still one never knows what might happen.
A novelist, Nancy O., published her book in the U.K. That company went out of business and stopped sending her checks, but the book continued to be listed on Amazon.com. She could not reach anyone to ask if her book was still selling and if so, why was she not receiving any revenue.
With self-publishing and print on demand (POD) becoming easier, some poets are doing their own thing. Some of our greatest poets, like Walt Whitman and T.S. Elliot, paid to publish an early book. The first book is often used to build a name for the poet if he has not already done so.
I believe that Karen Holmes has made a perfect match with her poetry and Kelsay Books.
With winter looming and the cold days that keep us inside, this is a good time to sort poems and to arrange short stories to see what I have and what might be worth sharing with others. Would you, my readers, have any interest in collections of my poems and stories?
Recently Shawna Rose, hostess of the Blue Sky Show, called me to inquire about having local writers appear on her radio show.
I was on my way out of town and didn't get back to her until a week ago. Meantime, Brenda Kay Ledford, had contacted Shawna and is going to appear on the WJUL/WJRB FM Radio Station 97.5 at Young Harris, Georgia on Saturday, March 2, 2013 at 11:30 am, 2:00 pm, and 7:30 pm. The program, "Blue Sky Show," will also air on Sunday, March 3, 2013 at 7:30 am, 12:30 pm, and 2:00 pm.
Shawna interviewed Brenda Kay about her new poetry chapbook, BECKONING, that was recently released by Finishing Line Press (www.finishinglinepress.com).
David Manning doesn't live in the Netwest region. He lives in Cary, N.C. where the NCWN Fall Conference will be held in November. He is one of the most prolific poets around. He has been winning awards in poetry since 1996.
His new poetry chapbook, Genes, can be ordered now for shipping by
Finishing Line Press around January 4, 2013. The number of copies ordered before
November 9, 2012 will determine the size of the press run, so please reserve
your copy now.
"Throughout Genes David Manning traces his family through a
generation. People and places vanish but memory leaves a long trail...Here,
language is so well-crafted it lifts each family member's story off the
page..."---Gail Peck, author of Counting the Lost
David Treadway Manning, a California native, lives in Cary, North Carolina and was winner of the North Carolina Poetry Society's Poet Laureate Award in 1996, 1998 and 2006. Twice a Pushcart nominee, his poems have appeared in New Orleans Review, Southern Poetry Review, RATTLE, 32 Poems Magazine, Slipstream, Tar River Poetry and other journals.
His seven chapbooks include Out After Dark (2003), Detained by the Authorities (2007), and Light Sweet Crude (2009), all from Pudding House; The Ice-Carver, winner of the Longleaf Chapbook Competition in 2004, and, most recently, Continents of Light (Finishing Line Press, 2010). His full-length collection, The Flower Sermon, was a finalist in Main Street Rag's poetry book competition in 2007. Yodeling Fungus, an excursion in comedy, was released in 2010 from Old Mountain Press in North Carolina.
Many years ago we spent some time at Folly Beach in Charleston, SC. We often stayed in an old beach house called the Walker House. The Walker family owned it, I suppose. The following poem was written from memories of when we were young, newly married, and we stayed there, but the image given is of two older people, the way we were when I wrote the poem.
The Walker Beach House
The house leans slightly toward the sea, weathered silver by wind, rain and molten streams of sunlight. The front porch stretching north to south is furnished with a creaking glider and two chairs that huddle and sag like an old couple waiting for their sunset.
On the clothesline, two red towels flap in a giddy summer folk dance. Precious sea oats nod atop the tallest dunes. I make my way along the narrow path between them to the Atlantic lapping in eternal rhythm. My artist mind brushes clouds on the horizon, blending sky with the water’s line.
I find you there sprawled on a blanket smelling of coconut, defying the Big C as you bake brown. My sandy foot nudges yours and rasps you awake. We trudge the path and shower by the porch. After lunch we sleep together in Walker's bed.
From Now Might as Well Be Then, Poetry by Glenda C. Beall, Finishing Line Press, 2009