My poem won a grand prize

I ended my National Poetry Month challenge (write a poem a day) with a dozen new poems. I sent out seven poems to various publications and contests and boy, did I hit the mark! Old Fashioned Ice Cream hosts an open mic every month in downtown Selma NC. My poem "English" won the grand prize... Continue Reading →

Poems in everyday places

I love my writer friends from Virginia - magazine editor Katharine Gotthardt; documentary filmmaker Victor Rook; nurse Jan Rayl, whose guest-post, "Always Wear Clean Underwear," remains one of the most-read pieces on my blog. All are members of Write by the Rails, the Prince William Chapter of the Virginia Writer’s Club. Their latest literary activism is... Continue Reading →

Leigh Giza, intimate poet

I love stopping at the post office in Pine Level, North Carolina to get my mail. Sometimes the white envelopes contain rejection letters. I’ll never get used to them, but a working writer pushes on. Imagine my delight when I pulled a brown envelope out of the little metal box, and it was Then and... Continue Reading →

Manassas commends Write by the Rails

Congratulations to Write by the Rails, the Prince William Chapter of the Virginia Writers Club, which received a commendation Monday night at the Manassas City Council meeting. You can read the commendation here: WBTRLFLCommendation08102015 The chapter's most recent hands-on project has been working with the Prince William Library Foundation to bring 10 Little Free Libraries... Continue Reading →

NaNoWriMo…What Now?

Yay! I’m a winner! I finished NaNoWriMo by validating that my manuscript has more than 50,000 words. So did thousands of others. Now I can file it away – like two previous manuscripts – or I can edit this one, really edit it. Writer Chuck Wendig sums it up in his own “now that it’s... Continue Reading →

Open Mic Night at Deja Brew

 Last time Poets & Writers went live at Deja BrewI streamed it from my computer at homeNow I’m in the center of the purple klieg lightsA few white papers heavy in my handThat Jamaica You Crazy might just stop my heartIn front of all the people in this coffee shopWaiting to hear my first amplified... Continue Reading →

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