Philip Kenney’s “Where Roses Bloom”

Where Roses Bloom, Philip Kenney’s recent book of poetry, is an impressive body of work, especially when the poet’s novel, Radiance, is included in any consideration of the author’s output. The title might suggest sentimentality in his approach. “Roses,” as a word, has many connotations. But do not be misled. Kenney’s work is fresh, challenging,…

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Honored with First Place Poetry Award in Literary Festival

On the Same Page Literary Festival in West Jefferson, NC, concluded Saturday, September 29th after a session in the Jefferson County Library during which the finalists in the festival poetry, non-fiction and fiction contests read their pieces. I was very pleased that my entry in the poetry contest was awarded first place, even more so…

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April 6 is My Mother’s Birthday, My Tribute to her: Ileen Carlon Hohn

#birthday #mother   #lawrencewelk April 6 is my mother’s birthday. She died in January, 1985 after struggling with breast cancer for several months. I loved my mother. I can’t say that I always understood her. She had difficulty making herself understood to others. I think, in fact, that she had difficulty making herself understood to herself…

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Perfection is an Ideal Always Beyond Achievement.

My guest again this Sunday is my son, Greg Hohn, and as in his last post, the reader will find a biographical note at the end of the article. Reading through his piece about the pursuit of  perfection, I am reminded of the saying about golf, “It Ain’t a game of perfect.” A poorly stuck…

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Autumn is Solemn — A Poem

  The colors are past their peak in the Blue Ridge of North Carolina. Yesterday the wind and rain began stripping the trees of their leaves. They swirl down to earth, some stem first like a bather testing pool water with one foot. Others drop like a hand, palm up—resigned. Some glide in a dance…

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Eulogy for Nickie. When We Grieve the Passing of a Pet

#petcate  #deathofpet  #pet eulogy On Christmas morning, 1990, my wife entered the room with her present for me—Nickie, a beautiful black Persian kitten who lived with us as part of our family for nearly 18 years. He was a wonderful pet. To grieve his passing, I expressed my feelings of loss in a poem.                       …

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