THE WRITTEN WORD
The Written Word is a place for local writers to share their articles, stories, and thoughts with News of Davidson readers. Send submissions to [email protected] . Thanks!
“Ode to the New York Times” a poem by Bill Jackson
NEWS February 8, 20225:00 a.m. "Good Morning , A. G. Sulzberger," Adolph Ochs, and Arthur Hays—whose reign as publisher began in the year of my birth...Through the glorious years at Columbia University, on Riverside Drive, when the world...
“Why did the Chicken Cross the Road?” A Poem by Nora Hutton Shepard
NEWS The how of how she crosses, the why,require more study. What compels her? Whatlures her? It looks like love. The rising sunhas wobbled up and she will fly againstall advice and warnings of bad examplesand all prescriptions for her safety. Look at this bird,...
“It Was A Friday,” a Poem by Nora Hutton Shepard
NEWS How did the child end upin the stream, his eyesthe flat blue of the sky,water clear as breathsliding over his cheeks,over the stones cradlinghis head? His mother, at the kitchen window,peels potatoes. She’s scrubbedearth from the eyes, sluicingthe dirt down the...
Charlotte Writers Club Offers Free Support for Students in Grades 5-12
NEWS A FREE program available to all ALL STUDENTS GRADES 5-12 in the Charlotte area! The Charlotte Writers Club has been encouraging writers for nearly 100 years. They want to give back to the community and support young authors, as they begin their journeys into...
First Taxonomies
NEWS Of course Adam exhausted himself.He named: fig, fern, orangutan, mica, mayfly,and then— clouds, cumulus and nimbus,Aardvarks, apiaries, aphrodisiacs, applesnaming by alphabet or phylum:vegetables: rutabaga, beets, and artichoke. He turned, looked up. Eve! it’s...
Widow’s Fire
NEWS On dogs of tarnished brass you laid our fire—lightwood and oak piled over paper. You’d spentall morning splitting logs; in your torn red shirtyou sharpened wedges, swung the maul higher,drove the steel true to the grain. It requiresprecision to split a...
Bloody Again
THE WRITTEN WORD So, it seems that someone out there is not happy with Jesus. One or many drove by this statue of Jesus in front of a church and threw red paint all over his welcoming stance. What they did not know is that his arms were spread for them. He knows the...
Thank You, Vasili Arkhipov
VOICES OF DAVIDSON Thank You, Vasili Arkhipov October 27, 1962 The world, booked in alphabetical order, lined the shelves of the dimly lit den where my brother and I dawdled over grade school homework....
On the Road to Dun Aengus
THE WRITTEN WORD On the Road to Dun Aengus Earthy smell of cattle dung and salty airas we bike along a path marked with stone walls,walls stacked some 3000 years ago. No one's sweat but our own this day,and that of other sightseers eager to climbthe prehistoric hill...
Ode to Paper Cranes
THE WRITTEN WORD Sadako Sasaki, age two when the bomb fell on Hiroshima, became ill with leukemia ten years later. She folded 644 paper cranes. Japanese legendsays fold a thousandpaper cranesyour heart’s wishwill be granted My Japanese studentsfolded gum...