Roanoke Theater Ghost Store near The Blue Ridge Parkway and Clyde Kessler’s Latest Poetry Publications in Red Rose


 

My Artwork

 

brautumncopyrightBlue Ridge Autumn  Original Painting has been Sold

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lakesunsetcopyright copyLake Sunset  Original 5″x7″ Oil Painting   $75.00

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pinklightcopyrightPink Light   Original 30″x40″ Oil Painting    $2425.00

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Roanoke Theater Ghost Story

The Grandin Theater in Roanoke was built in 1932 and is one of the first theaters with sound.  It was closed for a while in the ’50s and a homeless family lived there. Two of the children died there and some say that late at night you can hear a baby crying in the stairwell.

Former projectionists have stories about strange occurrences late at night.  One time a small boy was sighted at the top of a staircase and the projectionist followed him because he thought the child hadn’t left the theater after the movie. He saw the child walk straight through the doors of the nearest screening room.

 

I found this story on the online version of Collegiate Times.  The article is called  Ghostly Stories, Haunted Sites, and Sinister Sisters Who Scare.

 

Life with The Word and Bird Man – Clyde Kessler

 

Yesterday I printed one of the two poems that Clyde just published in the online magazine, Red Rose.  He is publishing his work all the time now and is included in an anthology.  Here is the other poem that was published.

I hope you like it!  I think his work is great!  It is not easy reading so take your time and think about each word!

Elegy for a Time Freak
Clyde Kessler

I burn sundials on the moon.
Other time freaks are crating the ashes,
naming them all for all their frozen days.

At night, I know my true wish list
is a crater full of rum, a dark
breed of whiskey flowering like stars.

At work, you can trust my lighters
and rolling flints. The noon shadow
on my next bonfire is favoring silver
like a thunder-cloud to brood the Dead Sea.
There are no ratty scrolls here, nor heaven.


Clyde Kessler has been published in Silver Blade, Now and Then, Clapboard House, Rose Red Review, and Cortland Review. He lives in Radford, VA with his wife Kendall and their son Alan.

Radford City Ghost Story near The Blue Ridge Parkway and Clyde Kessler Ghost Poem published in Rose Red!


My Artwork

 

pinkwavecopyrightPink Wave   Original 30″x40″ Oil Painting            $2425.00

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I thought it would be a good idea to put up a Spring painting.  Pink Wave was inspired by the beautiful Cherry blossom trees at the Radford Public Library.

 

bridgewildwoodcopyrightView from Bridge at Wildwood Park   Original 30″x40″ Oil Painting   $2425.00

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Wildwood Park is becoming more beautiful each Spring Day!

 

 

Radford City Ghost Story

 

I had no idea there were so many ghost stories in Southwest Virginia!  Here is another one!

A Former employee of Macados on main street in Radford wrote about a ghost story in 2005.  The restaurant is modern and beautifully decorated on the outside but there is an old basement section with two pantries.  In one section there is a window with glass that is not visible from the outside.  The restaurant was once  The Radford Veterans of Foreign Wars.

Supposedly there is a woman dressed in grey in the downstairs section and employees are told not to talk about her.  Articles fly off the shelf at times and one cook says he did actually see her.  They were face to face and then she faded away!

 

I got this ghost story from ghostvillage.com

 

Life with The Word and Bird Man – Clyde Kessler

My husband is really tearing up the publishing turf these days!  He just published two poems in the online magazine Rose Red!  This is the third issue of this publication that he has had work in!  Yea Word Man!

It is an interesting coincidence that one of the poems he published is about ghosts since I have been having a great time researching local ghost stories!

A Mount Juliet Ghost
Clyde Kessler

An old lady drowned in Nashville.
She was almost ghost of the year, blind.
Somebody heard a twanging in the oaks
and said she’s home by the soul’s voice
dreaming a tree that walks through stars.

None of a moonrise’s gold could fetch
her mind in a séance. A photographer
leased her apartment above a salon,
threw his best camera at a cop car,
it struck and killed a deputy by no luck.

You see vengeance spelled with a flood
is still the soul prying itself from hate.
You can build a new house in Mount Juliet.
You can throw parties that marry you off
imprisoned. The old lady walks you home.