Familiar script: Riots are déjà vu for me

In May, 1970 I was a student at the University of South Carolina. I’d worked hard to get there. The first in my mother’s family to go to college, I was the poster child for starving college kid. As end of year exams loomed, protests began to rock our campus and many others across the country. Continue reading “Familiar script: Riots are déjà vu for me”

Tech glitches and Coronavirus matters double our annoyance

I often joke that programmers and others in the tech sector must be abusing various substances because no matter how careful we are, the tech demons will consistently sabotage our very best efforts. I think tech glitches are even more annoying during this Coronavirus period. Why? Continue reading “Tech glitches and Coronavirus matters double our annoyance”

Larson’s ‘The Splendid and the Vile’ gives a new look at one man for and against the world

As Americans deal with the Coronavirus pandemic, stories about the hardships of quarantining abound. To quote a famous line spoken by Ygritte in the TV series Game of Thrones, “You know nothing, Jon Snow.” That was the first thing I thought when I finished Larson’s book about one momentous year in the complex life and career of Winston Churchill. Continue reading “Larson’s ‘The Splendid and the Vile’ gives a new look at one man for and against the world”

A sonnet and Easter greetings from Indie Art South

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Photo by Indie Art South

My family and I are heading into the holiest weekend on the Christian calendar. I thought I’d share a sonnet with my readers as an Easter greeting. Wishing all of you blessings and a safe holiday.

Church for Hire

Scant yards away the asphalt stews beside
a shell that crowds this well-heeled thoroughfare.
Imagine faces leathered by sun-parched air,
strong hands in search of one more glory ride.
There must have been complaints—implied
by any holy house deprived of prayer.
Perhaps the deacons should have been austere
enough to ward off risk of patricide.

Next door a poodle grooming service thrives.
Across the street insurance limits loss.
So strange to see a stained glass sacrifice;
here every other enterprise survives.
Yet grace still lives within a peeling cross,
and no one can complain about the price.

–Kay B. Day/A Poetry Break (Ocean Publishing)

(April 10,2020/Kay B. Day)

Poetry’s special month offers free options as we quarantine during pandemic

Flowers.Indie Art South photoHave you run out of ‘Tiger King’ episodes? Bored with gaming? Tired of the same-old-same-old on the radio? Here’s an option for you, provided by poetry’s special month. Continue reading “Poetry’s special month offers free options as we quarantine during pandemic”