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Thursday, June 9, 2016

Writers' Morning Out

Pittsboro Writers' Morning Out meets Saturday, June 11 1:00 PM in the Barley Lounge at Carolina Brewery.

All writers, any genre, any level of experience are invited.

Come early and have lunch with the group.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Submission Party

Join Anne Anthony and Ron Jackson to learn the finer details of how to submit your writing to literary magazines and journals. The party includes a short lesson on Flash Fiction, after which you'll select a prompt to write a 25-word story. You'll swap stories with the other partygoers.

You'll also learn about different ways to submit and track your stories and poems, and concludes by sending off your flash fiction to be considered for publication.

Ideally bring your charged laptop to connect with the Library's WiFi network, although paper and pen are fine also. This workshop is geared to the beginning writer, but writers at any level are encouraged to attend.

WHEN: Tuesday, June 21, 2016 from 6:00 PM - 8:00 PM.
WHERE: Chapel Hill Library, 100 Library drive, Chapel Hill

This workshop is FREE and open to any writer at any level.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

                            The Salutary Effects of Poetry

Poetry, per se, these days will never make me wealthy;
but a poem a day consumed, I say, is key to staying healthy.

There's something in the well-turned phrase
or in the measured line
that lifts the spirit in such ways
approximating wine.
There's ecstasy in metaphor,
a state of grace imbued
when words in combination form
a heightened amplitude.

The body takes its nourishment
from what it can digest,
in meats, in grains, in nutriments
that make for stalwartness.
But souls subsist on sweeter things
than what can tease the tongue;
and poetry that soars and sings
keeps old men feeling young.


© by Mike Orlock.
Used with the author’s permission.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Saturday is Independent Bookstore Day

Saturday, April 30, is Independent Bookstore Day, an event celebrated by more than 400 independent book stores in NC.

Support your local bookstore.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Poem for the Day

The Scheme
Gone is the ear splitting quiet that did enthrall
And corrupted by
Angry voices on lifting breezes—
Deer in the woods loudly sneezes—
Jazz fusion from late sixties.

Country, exurbia, bows to suburban crawl
Offending my eye
With noises cities exude—
Electrical hum so rude—
Famished fauna search for food.

Embrace power outage; the forced silence it brings
Appreciate those
Whispers floating down the street—
Bird glides at a bite to eat—
Rocking chair with tea and treat.

Generator spits and interrupts everything
Salutes life we chose
Light pollution pours like rain—
Fidgety squirrel bolts insane—
Lost the life I sought to gain.

My future’s unwritten, and when I sleep, I dream
Of our conveniences bowing to nature’s scheme.

Rick Bylina

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Poem for the Day

Give Me Chocolate or Leave me be
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah-blah-blah blah-blah.
So goes the day without the energy—
To write great words to inspire mankind,
Or wash dishes so cockroaches don’t roam,
Do laundry or crawl naked like a sloth,
Or do the chores on a day that’s sunny
Till the earth, pull the weeds, and plant the seeds.
Oh yeah, chop down some trees to heat my home.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah-blah-blah blah-blah.
My good wife likes to list chores aplenty,
Advises often with words that remind,
“When you go shopping, buy me a blue comb.
And then skim the fat off the chicken broth.
Mail my friends. Drop that Facebook enemy.”
Her list of wants far exceeds my needs.

Rick Bylina

Monday, April 25, 2016

Poem for the Day

Seasonal Evolution
As tax day ends, nature sends exhausted hummingbirds?
I hear, not see, their quick fly by as they shout, “It’s Spring.”
Helicopter outside my window—smile so absurd,
Never have I heard them sing, but hum an unknown song.

They shoo dull Juncos to arboreal summer forests.
Smartly away from southern heat to breed and to rest.
Vibrant Grosbeak flits to his cooler mountain retreat.
My alarm clock now is the Cardinals’ harsh morning tweet.

Oh my Carolina Wren with scolding voice so loud
And tiny Blackcap Chickadee standing bold and proud
Will you drive me into debt with your big appetite?
Why don’t you harvest more bugs at the edge of the night?

Shrill tweets, love songs, and territorial squabbling
My southern birds are here to stay; this much shall endure.
And despite the Blue Jay’s metallic ting-ting, ting-ting
Morning’s sweet cacophony, rings outside my screen door.