by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 23, 2010 | the day |
“It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!” “And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!” “Maybe Christmas,” he...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 18, 2010 | memory, my writing, the day |
I’m approaching this post as I do my writing these days: without a plan in mind, I just sit down in front of the keyboard and continue. Taking a break from the Christmas list, I wonder whether to write about the holidays, which reminds me of the first line of a...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 14, 2010 | accumulation, life, the day, time |
As a perfect follow-up to the photos I posted on Sunday, a friend gave me an early holiday gift today that now hangs on the door to my study: At this time of year, when the demands/desires of the holiday season are heaped on top of our already overflowing lives, all...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Dec 12, 2010 | accumulation, details, life, the day, time |
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 25, 2010 | poetry, the day |
from the archives: november 27, 2008 Jane Hirshfield writes: Having eaten the pears. Having eaten the black figs, the white figs. Eaten the apples. Table be strewn. Table be strewn with stems, table with peelings of grapefruit and pleasure. Table be...
by Cynthia Newberry Martin | Nov 10, 2010 | catching moments, place, shapes, the day |
