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Twice Upon A Time Used Books
1214 Andrews Rd
Murphy , North Carolina 28906 United States
Writers and poets in the far western mountain area of North Carolina and bordering counties of South Carolina, Georgia and Tennessee post announcements, original work and articles on the craft of writing.











Book Stores where you can buy a copy of Echoes Across the Blue Ridge $16.00
City Lights Books, Sylva
Curiosity Books in Murphy, NC
Phillips and Lloyd Books in Hayesville, NC
Books Unlimited, Franklin, NC
Book Nook, Blairsville, GA
Blue Ridge Books, Waynesville, NC
Malaprop's bookstore in Asheville, NC
Twice Upon A Time in Murphy, NC
Highlands Books, Brevard, NC
Fountainhead Book Store, Hendersonville,NC

As The Deer
The dulcimer drones tranquil
as the pick grazes across strings
as the deer across the glade
My thumb under f sharp mimics
her tongue curled to pluck
a blade intoned on b
Quietness slides along her body
my finger descending the string
in a smooth slur of music
The sweetness of the melody
new as young grass lingers
in the lea of my instrument
A barre chord trembles
I wait
for that last unfettered fret
ECHOES ACROSS THE BLUE RIDGE READING & SIGNING
Members of North Carolina Writers' Network's western chapter (Netwest) present poems and short stories from the latest collection, Echoes Across the Blue Ridge. Visiting contributors include George Ivey, Susan Lefler, Carl Iobst, Glenda Beall, and others.


























On Thursday, August 19, I will be reading and reflecting on my poetry at 10:30 am for the “Coffee with the Poets” group at City Lights Bookstore, Sylva, NC. The poet’s group is just one of several under the umbrella of the Netwest Mountain Writers, affiliated with the North Carolina Writers Network. (Check outwww.netwestwriters.blogspot.com.) We are convened by Kay Byer, a former NC Poet Laureate, who has graciously encouraged me to reflect on my thirty years of often hidden poetry writing. As I have been reflecting on this welcome task, two poems popped up that I thought I’d share with you. They both involve the quirky, unexpected way that poems elude our normal patterns of perception and expression. I thought you might enjoy them.
I Love That Poetry
Do you like poetry? I asked.
Oh yes, he said. Last year I went to see a poet
Maya Angelou and she was beautiful.
The curtain opened and the spotlight lit upon her hair,
not white, but lustrous gray.
She wore a long crushed velvet dress, much like a kaftan,
bell shaped sleeves descending to wide cuffs
embroidered with a band that looked like kinte cloth.
A long string of pearls draped down from her broad shoulders,
picking up the highlights in her hair.
She was surrounded by a bank of ferns that reached up to her waist
as she sat down among them.
The ferns were like extensions of the dress. They billowed like her hair.
Oh, it was gorgeous. I just love that poetry.
I’m glad you liked it, passed my lips. Perhaps you might cut off a little more
above my ears. I want to look my best tomorrow night.