Skip to main content

Tag: 100 Men Hall

Not My Street

I walk out the door of 100 Men Hall and birds sing, as if they’ve been doing that all along. Not one bird, two birds—an orchestra of birds, thrumming beneath the afternoon. I follow the sound and find the masses congregated on a cell tower. I don’t know what kind of birds they are. My sister Marcee goes downtown in Raleigh in the evenings...

Continue reading

Katrina Byrd

Where have I been? In the bin, as they say on the BBC, which we watch so much we talk about the need to “sort” this and biscuits instead of cookies. We do not go to the loo, because we have some self-respect. (WordPress is going to hate this post. It’s gonna yell at me, make your topic clear in the first paragraph! P-shaw.)...

Continue reading

Today

Today, I met with the two folks I’m co-collaborating with on our Wild Goose Contemplative Writing experience. We talked about contemplative writing, what it was, how on earth we create a meaningful experience in 50 minutes. We laughed. Fully understanding we were in this together, we brainstormed. Our resulting plan is awesome. Perhaps...

Continue reading