Journal of Kentucky Studies

I am so excited! One of my poems - "Silent Memories" - has been selected to be published in the next edition of the Journal of Kentucky Studies, published by Northern Kentucky University.



This will be a special issue honoring James Baker Hall.

Harrodsburg Festival of Books and Arts

The 1st Annual Harrodsburg Festival of Books and Arts was a huge success, even with the extreme heat of the day. This was a joint venture between The Community of Mercer County Writers, The Arts Council of Mercer County and Harrodsburg First. Here are a few highlights from the event:

Harrodsburg Festival of Book and Arts sign

The man who made this event possible - Tony Sexton

Ed McClanahan - Master of Ceremonies

Hershel McKinley and Tony Sexton

My favorite photo of Katerina (Katya) Stoykova-Klemer

Writers awaiting their turn at reading to the public

Carolyn Worley - a member of The Community of Mercer County Writers

Irene Mitchell during her reading

Katya reading from "The Air Around the Butterfly"

Katya

The Community of Mercer County Writers (Nomadic Ink) - from left Katerina Klemer, the Barn Goddess and Paula Pinkston. In the background is Dr. Richard Taylor, an honorary member of Nomadic Ink for the day.

Ruth Ann Fogel, Kentucky native now living near Cincinnati

Peace and Well-Being Seminar

Check out this new venture by one of our Inkblots:

Introducing...
Peace & Well-Being

Free Seminars this Sunday July 25th, 2010
by Ms. Pat Osborn


• Healthy Diet, from 2 to 3p.m.
• Exercise Basics, from 3 to 4 p.m.
• Goal Setting, from 4 to 5 p.m.


Harrodsburg, KY * Seating is Limited * $25 value, each


Reserve your spot in one or more classes:

peacefulone@localnet.com or 859-734-6839

Observations

OBSERVATIONS

I'm not going to give up.
Stomping in mud puddles and making mud pies.
I will never hurt you.
Curling up with a good book, listening to the rain pitter-patter on the tin roof.
...like Rocky Road ice cream good.
Doritio-stained fingertips leaving orange blotches on the pages of my favorite books.
Some men still holding the door open for women.
Some women holding the door open for men.
The smell of an old book as you flip through the pages.
Not seeing your way around the dark veil of depression that increasingly squeezed in on your life.
Occasionally, tiny specks of happiness sprinkled through your life, like bits of candy cane in peppermint ice cream - sharp, but sweet.
The sun hitting the warmest portion of the chair that your cat has already claimed its own.
Mud slurping from you shoes as you trudge through a marshy shore.
Your hair dancing behind you like fairy wisps in a breeze.
Arguing back at the television, but unwilling to turn it off.
Lips that may crack from the width of your smile.
Pretending not to notice the obvious reasons we aren't alike.
Obsessing on the reasons we are alike.
Living half your life, knowing there is only one other half left.

You Bring Out The ....

(Photo copyright Graphic Hunts)

You Bring Out the …… In Me

You bring out the bitch in me.
You bring out the I wouldn’t lift a finger to help you out of a burning fire, in me.
You bring out the “How dare you think you’re better than everyone else,” in me.
You bring out the pure unadulterated hate in me, that I know God may punish me for.
Your bring out the angry stomach hornets and anxious nerves in me.
You bring out the “Why the hell don’t you just stay out of my life,” in me.
You bring out the Cruella DeVille in me.
You bring out the sour stomach and acid reflux in me.
You bring out the evil part of me, the one I am ashamed I feel, but I’ve tried to ignore it and it won’t go away, so I’ll just have to try harder to understand your ignorance.