Opening Day of Duck Season, a poem by John Philpot, started our critique off with a bang. Jane has known Mr. Philpot for a number of years as he came from her home town of Mena, Arkansas. His rhymed verse that Jane read kept Peg and me in stitches. He is a television personality and […]
Just Ahead of the Storm
·I’m so glad the Cozy Critique was yesterday instead of today. This is the day when the temperature is forecast to take a nosedive. But yesterday, well, it was a pleasant day inside and out, and it may well have been the calm before a winter storm. Today is beginning cloudy and still, as if […]
Plain Poetry from a Plain Country Woman
by Blanche Day Manos Don’t tell me they are gone, for I can see them still The house, the spring, the burr oak tree, the barn beneath the hill. I smell the sausage sizzling, I hear the rooster crow, The sounds and scents of each new day that woke me long ago. I feel […]
And Then There’s That Cotton-Pickin’ Internet
·Isn’t it funny how we depend so much on the internet? Believe it or not, when I was growing up, I had never heard of the internet or home computers or email and I did just fine. But now? Well, now, I’ve gotten used to it. So, tonight, Wednesday, September 27, my internet connection is […]
He Wrote Poetry Too
·Sometimes, I watch a re-run of Johnny Carson. It’s interesting to me because it takes me back to times that were familiar and to people in the news forty or so years ago. Mr. Carson’s show spanned several Presidents, including Presidents Carter, Reagan, and the first Mr. Bush. When I watch, the years sort of […]