Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Bryson City Open Mic at Nantahala Brewing Company Thursday, April 11


PINTS, POEMS, & PROSE


Writers Open Mic at Nantahala Brewing Company


Nantahala Brewing Company,61 Depot Street, Bryson City, NC, in collaboration with North Carolina Writers’ Network-West, is thrilled to announce its first writers' open mic, which will be held on Thursday, April 11—recurring every second Thursday of the month.


Open to the public, PINTS, POEMS, & PROSE is an effort to cultivate and celebrate the rich culture of poetry and storytelling that exists in Swain County and the surrounding communities of western NC.

Join award-winning poet and author of The Geese Who Might be Gods, Benjamin Cutler, and award-winning novelist and author of her forthcoming novel Even As We Breathe, Annette Saunooke Clapsaddle, for an evening of good words and good drink.
Writers in all stages of development are welcome to read their work, and everyone is welcome to listen and enjoy. Event begins at 7:00, and open mic sign-ups will begin at 6:45 for ten-minute reading sessions. Share a poem, share a story, share a beer.

Contact Ben Cutler at benjamincutlerpoet@gmail.com for more information.
https://www.facebook.com/events/652293538542509/


Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Seedlight and More - an exhibit of paintings and poems by Laurence Holden



CENTER FOR ART AND REHABILITATIVE ENERGIES
SHELLMAN, GEORGIA

OPENING RECEPTION
SUNDAY, MARCH 8, 2 - 6 P.M.
POETRY READING 3 P.M.

"We  spend so much of our lives seeking to understand the patterns around us.This I do too.And then there is the gravity that bears upon all of them,and us,
as well as the desire for ascension.These paintings and poems are my way to understand this. "
- Laurence Holden




"Seedlight: In the Mothering of All Things," 2015
oil on canvas



FACES


All things show their faces when we do.
All things speak when we do.
All things appear when we do.


The first face, the first word,
they blossom into all the others.
They all are true.