And I was standing there. Dust was flying through the air Like days before when we believed in things we couldn’t see. Oh, my red wing, take me softly/ to my home now to my family. — Red Wing, trad., […]
Ron Wray lives in Norfolk, VA. A writer most of his life, he is recipient of the Illinois Poet Laureate Award presented by Gwendolyn Brooks, the Washington, D.C. Arts and Humanities Commission Literature Fellowship, the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts Fellowship, and Special Project Grants from the Washington, D.C. Commission and the Illinois Arts Council. He is the author of three books and over 300 publications in journals and anthologies. He has performed his work widely across the country with dancers, actors, and musicians collaborating with him. He currently teaches 6th grade English, but spent much of his working life as an arts administrator, including being executive director/director of the Ragdale Foundation artists retreat, the National Institute of Arts and Disabilities, and the International Writers Center of Old Dominion University/Associated Writing Programs/George Mason University. He loves to play guitar, sing, and write songs, and is an avid listener/follower of music and his favorite musicians.
And I was standing there. Dust was flying through the air Like days before when we believed in things we couldn’t see. Oh, my red wing, take me softly/ to my home now to my family. — Red Wing, trad., […]
Some ten years ago, two brothers took their guitars to an open mic in Charlottesville, VA, the cozy college town of the University of Virginia. On impulse, the brothers introduced themselves as the sons of Bill, which they are, sons […]