Showing posts from December, 2012

New Year Resolve

by May Sarton

The time has come

To stop allowing the clutter

To clutter my mind

Like dirty snow,

Shove it off and find

Clear time, clear water.

Time for a change,

Let silence in like a cat

Who has sat at my door

Neither wild nor strange

Hoping for food from my store

And shivering on the mat.

Let silence in.

She will rarely speak or mew,

She will sleep on my bed

And all I have ever been

Either false or true

Will live again in my head.

For it is now or not

As old age silts the stream,

To shove away the clutter,

To untie every knot,

To take the time to dream,

To come back to still water.

please note: photo by by Carol J. Phipps

Sunday in CinCity

"One must say Yes to life, and embrace it wherever it is found - and it is found in terrible places... For nothing is fixed, forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out."

James Baldwin



by Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is

you must lose things,

feel the future dissolve in a moment

like salt in a weakened broth.

What you held in your hand,

what you counted and carefully saved,

all this must go so you know

how desolate the landscape can be

between the regions of kindness.

How you ride and ride

thinking the bus will never stop,

the passengers eating maize and chicken

will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,

you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho

lies dead by the side of the road.

You must see how this could be you,

how he too was someone

who journeyed through the night with plans

and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

You must wake up with sorrow.

You must speak to it till your voice

catches the thread of all sorrows

and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness tha…

Consult, please.

Does anyone know anything about or anyone in Fargo? HoneyHaired has an opportunity to work there for a co-op this winter quarter and my knowledge is only cinematic...and it's 19 degrees there...

In the South, In the North

by Peg Lauber

The grass here is strange paradise to northern feet.

Stiff, it explodes into green when we aren't expecting it

remembering it as greening up much later.

All over town they turn the fountains on again.

If there's one thing they've got enough of,

it's water. Dig down a foot and you have it,

even though brackish, and in the summer

no cold water comes out of the tap no matter

how long you run it. In every yard there's another

explosion in January, camellias, pink, deep red,

white, and we not a month past Christmas.

But up north the frigid season crawls on, takes its time;

even in April and May it's still snowing and sleeting,

then comes hail as winter turns to summer

in one day: 90 degrees. Here, however, people eat sack

lunches on the dull green trolley with red touches still

bearing Christmas garlands over the controls at each end.

The riders open the windows to put their elbows out

while they take the long ride to the end of the line

returning to …