A week or so ago I realized it was time to bring my camera on my walks. There’s not much color in the desert, and probably won’t be until after the summer rains, but things are blooming in the neighborhood. Of course, I didn’t remember to take the camera immediately – the purpose of walking is exercise, after all. But a few days ago I caught up with what is happening.
February 16, 2014
February 12, 2014
Do you remember when we celebrated Washington’s birthday on February 22? This year February 22 is Poetry Day in Las Cruces, as one of the For Love of Art events that fill the month. We are calling it “For Love of Lit.”
Where: Branigan Cultural Center, Swarz Room
When: 1:00 to 3:00 p.m. on Saturday, February 22.
Eleven local poets will read their work: Dick Thomas, LeeAnn Meadows, Frank Varela, Christine Eber, Tim Staley, Ellen Roberts Young, John Muir, Joanne Townsend, Gerry Stork, Sarah Nolan, and Joseph Somoza.
Come hear a variety of voices and styles, in celebration of the art of poetry.
February 8, 2014
Today is two years from the day I began this blog. It has been an adventure for me, a learning experience, often fun and sometimes frustrating. I began in order to publicize my biography, John Emerson Roberts: Kansas City’s “Up-to-date” Freethought Preacher. I did make some connections and sell a few books through this effort. Soon I will be using this space to do more publicity for my forthcoming book of poetry, Made and Remade, a set of poems responding to the God as Designer work of William Paley.
Those of you who follow and who regularly read this blog know all that. Thank you all for your interest, for your “likes” and especially to those of you who comment – it turns blogging into dialogue in a very nice way.
The name for this blog was not carefully chosen; it came to me as a sudden inspiration, and I saw at once that it would stand for what I have made the subtitle: Two Sides of One Mind. I may be doing poetry now, but I’m still thinking freely, and I am interested in conversations in both areas. I promise more from both sides of my mind – at least for one more year.
Here’s another sunrise to suggest another new year. These thin clouds are more typical of our skies than the big splashes I’ve posted before.
February 2, 2014
It’s another marking point in the eight-part year, half way from the winter solstice to the spring equinox, variously known at Imbolc, the feast of Bridget, a fire goddess, and Groundhog day. I prefer Bridget, because she is said to be the patron of blacksmiths and poets, a fiery combination if there ever was one.
In Pennsylvania they make a big thing of the groundhog. But shadow or no shadow, we knew there would be six more weeks of winter. The traditional day to plant spinach where I lived was March 17. We liked to pretend that spring began in early March with the big flower show, but that only happened indoors.
Here in the desert, this is the beginning of spring. I’m behind in the garden already, because there are still two plants, one tall grass and a chamisa, which need serious cutting back before they begin to put out green again. I intended to cut them back in January, but I only got half way around the yard.