Monday, December 31, 2018

New Year's Day 2009

“I’m off balance, not sure what’s wrong. —You have misplaced joy, he said without hesitation. Without joy, we are as dead. —How do I find it again? —Find those who have it and bathe in their perfection.” 

from M-Train
by Patti Smith

Saturday, December 22, 2018

A Visit from St. Nicholas BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse"

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”"

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Upon receiving a lovely gift (new critter) : Edward Lear seems appropriate

"They sailed to the Western sea, they did,
To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
And no end of Stilton Cheese.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve."

from The Jumblies

"Then Mr. Daddy Long-legs
And Mr. Floppy Fly
Rushed downward to the foamy sea
With one sponge-taneous cry;
And there they found a little boat,
Whose sails were pink and gray;
And off they sailed among the waves,
Far, and far away.
They sailed across the silent main,
And reached the great Gromboolian plain;
And there they play for evermore
At battlecock and shuttledoor."

from The Daddy Long-legs and The Fly

Saturday, December 15, 2018

"Scope eludes my grasp, that there is no finality of vision,   
that I have perceived nothing completely,
that tomorrow a new walk is a new walk."

from Corsons Inlet
by A.R. Ammons

New Lens on Life
Residents of Pinehouse in Northern Saskatchewan are using photography to heal from trauma.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Morning snow, a couple days ago

"Snow fell in the night.

At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where 
the Honda was."

from An Old Life
by Donald Hall

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Going Home November (winter roads)

"I drive

west. I wend between snowbanks,
until the road delivers me
to a sleeping boat launch.
They stand on the frozen ramp;
watch me with coats that are
better than mine."

from Three Deer in Oquossoc
by Sonja Johanson

American Life in Poetry:
Column 713

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

"Or the dayscape flings a thousand tones of light back at the

Be any one of the colours of an Earth lover;
Walk with me and sometimes cover your shadow with mine. "

from Live With Me on Earth Under the Invisible Daylight Moon
by Milton Acorn

to see winter at it's most beautiful