The River There is a peaceful river that flows to us from each other We are, the two of us, united in its flow (more…)
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Sunday July 9th- 4-6pm Hosted by Souther Sample Artist Colony (SSAC) & Centerpiece Philanthropic. Time to gather! Bren McClain will be reading from her new book, “One Good Mama Bone”. Snack and sips. Come be with us- The company is everything! Thanks to Book Passage and Catherine Pyke of Centerpiece for their generous support.
Wednesday, April 5 Continental breakfast from the farm & pantry 10-11am Yoga (optional, but recommended) Mirabai 11:15-12:45 Free time, lunch on your own 1:00-4:30 Workshop Intro/Welcome Mary Brent Cantarutti Picture Book Presentation Cathleen O’Brien Intro To Gullah Sharon Cooper-Murray Stirring the Spirit 4:45-5:15 Break 5:30 […]
Carriage Horse by Kathy China Dan. Even the name sounded steady and dependable. He, the beautiful Belgian steed who had never frightened a single tourist, trod the streets of downtown Charleston. The sturdy clops of his hooves accompanied the narrative of the tour guide, creating a tempo that lulled the carriage passengers into sublime relaxation. […]
What Remains by Ty Collins The grandfather I never knew drowned July 4th, 1935, but not before he saved his four children and wife, When a sudden storm capsized his sailboat they held fast to the boom. (more…)
At Mepkin Abbey by Ursula Bendixen The Irish call it a thin place, a place where the barrier between this world and the beyond may allow you an opening. I looked up. I saw the vast light blue sky where gentle soft but vague clouds, typical of the low country floated overhead. (more…)
Tides of Sorrow by Elizabeth Dabbs Thompson Last spring the tides of sorrow Swept across my soul And all but devoured me In their turgid depths. (more…)
Truth by Mary Brent Cantarutti Truth Is relative Flips, twirls, and settles briefly (more…)
Curls and Nails by Myra Yeatts I was getting my roots done at Curls and Nails. Pearl had put the color on, and I was just waiting while she washed somebody two booths over. (more…)
The purple martins were lined up on the overhead wires, chirping madly, when they returned to the cabin. They had been standing sentinel while Lou and Charlie were away on vacation. Now the birds welcomed them home joyfully. It wasn’t the first time Charlie had been comforted by the sight and sound of the purple […]
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