Friday, August 24, 2018

Buddy's buddy

This is crazy Buddy, with dirty feet, a border collie mix. We don't know mixed with what.

A couple of nights ago, Buddy came to the front door with an adolescent possum in his mouth. He was carrying it quite considerately, and pawed at the door, determined to get inside with "his" possum. I wish I had taken a picture of Buddy with the possum in his mouth, but I was too busy yelling at him and whacking him with a wrapping paper tube, the only thing in the world that he's afraid of.
So, he put the possum down on the porch, and I dragged him into the house while the possum, as would be expected, "played possum." He looked quite dead ... which I knew he wasn't.
With Buddy incarcerated inside the house, within a few minutes, the possum made a hasty get-away.

Then, guess what? Next night, Buddy's possum was on the deck, calmly looking for something good to eat, I guess, or looking for his Buddy.

Here's Buddy's possum, hanging around the deck, with our resident UFO in the background.

Buddy wasn’t happy because I wouldn’t let him outside to see, grab, capture, or chase the possum. He made his horrible squeaking noise, which sounds like a giant rodent.

If Buddy’s Possum returns, and I expect he will, I’ll update the narrative of Buddy and his buddy, the possum!

Thursday, April 5, 2018

Stratonice Speaks to Antiochus on His Deathbed

Erasistratus the Physician Discovers the Love of Antiochus for Stratonice - Painting by Benjamin West

Stratonice Speaks to Antiochus on His Deathbed
What else could I promise you,
when all you asked with your deep silence
and your deep silent eyes
and your precious breath, too dear,
was the thing I would have kept?
The sky, the clouds, the air, I would have gladly given.
“These are yours to keep,” I would have said.

My kiss upon your skin,
my breath upon your face,
the silver moon and the golden molten sun
and all the heavens, these were mine to give,
with wind and sea and tides and deep secrets
to match your deep silence and your deep silent eyes,
and your precious breath, too dear.

All the world, and worlds unknown, and great treasures
I would have promised.
But my heart I would have kept away
from your deep silence and your deep silent eyes.
That one part of universe and space and time
was your only claim, your one request,
in payment for your precious, precious breath.

©Ramey Channell

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Evergreen, the Beautiful Witch of Moonlight Ridge

The first printing of The Witches of Moonlight Ridge is all sold out. Second printing is here, just in time for holiday gifting. An added feature: a beautiful photo of our mysterious Evergreen, AKA Bessie Penny, thanks to the Hugh Mangum Collection and the generosity of the David M. Rubenstein Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Duke University.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Shakespeare, Witches, Capricious Canines, Unconventional School Teachers, Ruby Earrings, and Crows

The whole town's talking about those "wayward sisters" up on Moonlight Ridge! But our favorite 4th grade school teacher, a young man named Erskine Batson, gets his fair share of adulation and attention.

What's Erskine's secret for capturing the hearts of readers, students, and one mysterious lady on Moonlight Ridge?

Erskine Batson . . .
 "with one year of college under his belt, the mystifying habit of walking around in the woods cussing and reciting poetry, and every day free to do as he pleased, except Saturdays when he drove the worse-for-wear Eden garbage truck" . . . is a true Renaissance Man.

You can learn all about our unconventional 4th grade teacher, and plenty of other mysteries on the mountain, in The Witches of Moonlight Ridge

And what about that dog? 

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

The Witches Have Arrived!

I'm so happy and excited to announce the arrival of The Witches of Moonlight Ridge! My book is available right now on Kindle, and the paperback can be purchased from Amazon online. 

In the second book of The Moonlight Ridge Series, Lily Claire and Willie T. are back and as spunky as ever! With seasons changing on the mountain, the two intrepid kids venture into new territories, meet surprising new characters, and learn that the mysteries and magic on Moonlight Ridge continue to lead them into new adventures.

Just in time for the holidays, The Witches of Moonlight Ridge is a terrific gift for all book lovers. 

Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Witches of Moonlight Ridge

Exciting news! Volume Two of The Moonlight Ridge Series is almost here! 

I'll soon be announcing the release date for The Witches of Moonlight Ridge, and what better way to welcome good old Southern traditions like the witching season, Halloween festivities, family get-togethers, and tales to tell on windy autumn nights!

Lily Claire and Willie T. are back, and in fine form! They meet new friends and some suspicious characters as seasons change, autumn leaves fall, and old legends come to life out on the mountain. 

I'll post updates and announcements of book release, book signings, and events.  

Sunday, April 24, 2016

What Did You Dream Last Night?

Last night, as so often happens, Robert Redford was in my dream! His visits are always such a delight. Last night I dreamed that we were at a street fair, and we stopped so that Bob (Robert Redford) could give a woman his autograph. 

In the process, somehow he managed to deface a stone marker, and a mob of angry people 
began to chase us. 

While Bob got clean away, I inadvertently became trapped in a chicken-wire enclosure covered with flowers and vines, just like Peter Rabbit caught in the gooseberry net.

As the crowd of angry street-fair attendants surrounded me. I managed to break free of the chicken wire and escaped in the nick of time.

Robert Redford and I met up with an old friend, Paul Gassenheimer, whose picture I can't find, so just imagine a short curly-haired guitar player with a mustache.

Some young guy that I didn't know offered us a tiny jar of creme because we all had become sunburned at the street fair, and I put some on my arm and said "Wow, a little of this goes a long way!"

And that was the end of that dream.

This all reminds me of one of my favorite Guster songs, "I Spy."