August 9 is National Book Lover's Day. Celebrate by supporting your local authors!
I'm happy to announce that I've been asked to be the official writer in residence for Sugar Hill Brewing Company.
We'll be announcing some literary events in the coming months.
Click here to visit the Sugar Hill website.
I'm kinda over the moon right now!
I just learned that one of my short stories will be published in a magazine that has featured the work of STEPHEN KING and RAMSEY CAMPBELL, my two favorite horror authors.
This award-winning magazine, which has been around since the sixties, has published other well-known horror and fantasy heavy hitters I admire. :)
I believe the publication date will be October, but don't have any other details to share right now.
Thank you to The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature for publishing my short story “Sparks and Vinegar.” You can read the entire story here.
The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature started publishing fine literature more than two decades ago. In its earliest incarnation it was known as the Eastern North Carolina Literary Journal. Today The Dead Mule is owned and operated by Robert and Valerie MacEwan.
Origin of its name: No good Southern fiction is complete without a dead mule. This phrase was inspired by comments from Harley Dartt and Jerry Mills.
My poem "Office Escape" is published in the July 2017 edition of Contemporary Haibun Online.
CHO is a quarterly journal of contemporary English language haibun. The editor is Bob Lucky.
I'm pleased to have my poem "Eleionomae" appear in the Summer Solstice 2017 edition of Eternal Haunted Summer.
This journal features poetry, short fiction, and essays about the gods, goddesses, heroes, myths, and folklore of the world. Rebecca Buchanan is the editor.
Little Free Library is at the playground at A. R. Matthews Park in St. Paul, VA.
Juniors from Girl Scout Troop #189 helped with this project. Kudos, ladies!
Take A Book/Leave A Book!
Although I've dabbled in haibun, I still have a lot to learn about this literary form.
However, I am happy to report that one of my pieces has been accepted by a journal for publication in July.
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Today I received notice that my poem "Eleionomae" will be published in June. I'll post details at that time.
Today I'm happy to see my poem "Summer Son" published by BELLE RÊVE LITERARY JOURNAL.
Here's a link to read the poem and explore other writers in the journal.
Seven things I wish someone had told me about writing. This article by Hala Alyan offers great advice.
I enjoyed speaking at the Coffee Night event sponsored by UVa-Wise's literary journal Jimson Weed. My poem "Persistence" appears in this edition.
Here's a link to an article about the event: http://www.highlandcavalier.com/2017/04/16/coffee-night-at-uva-wise/
In honor of National Poetry Month, I'm sharing one of my favorite poems. It's from the book Kettle Bottom by Diane Gilliam Fisher. This is a very powerful and moving piece.
I turned the quilt over on the bed
when the neighbor women come in
to cover the mirrors and stop the clocks,
hang black crepe over the doorframe.
Onliest pretty thing I had, that quilt.
Not a old feedsack quilt, but a Wreath
of Hollyhocks, cut from Aunt Zelly’s
pattern and done up from a piece
of double-pink Mama brought me
from Kermit, soft Nile green for the leaves,
and new bleached muslin to put it on.
I quilted every inch, stitches no bigger
than a speck of meal. He wasn’t home,
night I finished. I put it on the bed,
took my clothes, and got under it.
When I heard him in the kitchen,
I called and told him it was done,
And you know what Mama says, Harlan,
you get a wish, first night under a new quilt.
It got real quiet, then here he come
running. I’d put out the light,
he knocked his shin on the cedar chest
trying to get to me on the bed.
I was fixing to fold it up, get it
out of my sight, when the siren blowed.
I didn’t go. I already knowed.
The quilt was ruint. Big oily smudges
and coal-black handprints where he hadn’t
finished washing up. I cried and carried on so
when I seen it that morning
he couldn’t look at me before he left,
it made him feel so dirty and bad.
I turned the quilt over on the bed
to keep them on me,
I'm pleased to announce that I will be one of the featured authors at Coffee Night to celebrate its latest edition of Jimson Weed. This event takes place at The University of Virginia's College at Wise on April 11.
I am from hoarded photos,
shoved in a drawer,
wrinkled young faces
folded against time.
“Where I’m From.” Bluestone Review (Spring 2007).
I'm pleased to announce that BELLE RÊVE LITERARY JOURNAL will publish my poem "Summer Son" in May. I'll post a link when it appears.
“It wasn’t the coyote in the back of the Ranchero. The cop saw me tossing carpet tacks onto the road. He didn’t see the coyote until he pulled us over.”
I shook my head, but my thoughts didn’t get any clearer. I massaged one temple as I asked my brother, “Did you say coyote?”
“Yeah. Jed and me were up on one of those old strip jobs, just driving around. It ran out in front of us. He nicked it with the front bumper. We thought it was dead at first, but when we saw it breathing, I tied it up in the back of the truck with some baling twine and duct tape.”
I didn’t know what to question first. Why was Sawyer throwing carpet tacks in the road? Why kidnap a coyote? What were they doing at an abandoned surface mine? Actually, I was pretty sure the answer to that last one was drinking.
From “Spooky Action at a Distance.” Jimson Weed, vol. XXXV, new series vol. 19, no. 1 (Spring 2016).
I offer a New Year's blessing to all my readers and fellow writers. I wish for you good health, peace of mind, and great reading! Love always - Neva.
I've been invited to speak to a group of writers at the Russell County Public Library in celebration of National Novel Writing Month. Happy #NaNoWriMo everybody!
November 1, 2016...6:00 PM...Lebanon, VA
“You are a beautiful tragedy. My grievous angel. Here, hold my eye.”
That's the first line of THICKER THAN WATER, my short story that appears on the Fried Chicken and Coffee blogazine.
You can read the entire story by clicking here.
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