Friday, June 19th, 2009
Let it ghose..
The Difficulty of Letting Go
It was difficult to let go of Chapter 3. Is my opening sentence so clumsy, only Einstein could untangle it? Will the fact Ron yammers on about his mom’s forbidden subjects—politics, religion, and (oh Lordy, Lordy) sex– offend my readers? Is the chapter so hopelessly tangled in flashbacks, I’m turning you into a confused time traveler? What will my Olive-College family think, when the take a gander at the real Ron back in October, 1989?
Yet I remind myself that I’ll never write the perfect chapter. And the purpose of this blog is to get this love story out there, so I can receive comments to consider for future revisions.
So where has midlife mess Ron miffed you off? Are there places you’re tickled by his “loose libido?”
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Friday, May 29th, 2009
Lula Davis Ledlow
Old Black Women and Other Wonders is a collection I’ve already written, except for the blog introductions and selection of photos. These portraits of the people I love feed into Changing Colors, but I don’t have room to include them in my memoir.
Over the past decade, I’ve read many of these prose poems to congregations inside black Baptist churches, to clapping hands and amens.
I would be honored if you’d take a peek at my 2 samples. And/or hear them being read by this author-my son Steffen providing a Jazz-blossoming video.
Thanks again, Ronald Lee Naas
Old Black Women
Honoring Lula Davis Ledlow, Annie Blair, Essie Clark
And the Mt. Carmel Choir
Old black ladies display a beauty more varied than the congregation’s babies. They range in color from full moon to the interior of midnight. Their shapes and sizes are as different as the stones among the shadows of swaying palms. Some have hips that protrude like the benches we press our weight upon. Although one wears a hat that Saturn and a comet revolve around, they are all rooted in the earth, their flower watered by the spirit. Click to continue »
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