Ukiah Aware: Out and About

Ukiah Aware brings the arts and reason together in an incredible exploration of
gender diversity and sexual orientation!
Join us and spread the word to family, friends, and co-workers!

Out and About
Sunday, May 20th
2 to 5 PM
Ukiah United Methodist Church (Social Hall)
"Open Hearts, Open Minds, Open Doors"
270 N. Pine Street
FREE! (donations accepted) Translation into Spanish!
For more information contact Ukiah Aware
(707) 234-7155
aware@ukiahaware.com
website: www.ukiahaware.com

April is poetry & jobs month

Mendocino County Library has job openings. Ukiah, Willits & Ft. Bragg. Valley heat and coastal fog.
Great Libraries.  Check it out!
http://www.co.mendocino.ca.us/hr/cgi-bin/openings.pl
Copy and paste this link to Mendocino County Human Resources
Jobs available.

April is Poetry Month

LESSON IN FIRE
Linda Noel

My father built a good fire
He taught me to tend the fire
How to make it stand
So it could breathe
And how the flames create
Coals that turn our faces
Or eyes
Or fish swimming
Out of flames
Into gray
Rivers of ash
And how the eyes
And faces look out
At us
Burn up for us
To heat the air
That we breathe
And so into us
We swallow
All the shapes
Created in a well-tended fire

April is Poetry Month

Dirge

COME away, come away, death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave
To weep there!

William Shakespeare

April is Poetry Month

In the Time of Losses

We don't want to alarm the heron who's
Guarding the cranberry bog from frost.
But so many hares have been eaten by weasels:
The losses go on night after night.
Foxes slip through the brushes at dusk.
So much we care for has been carried off.
The airs and ars we hear in this poem
Belong to the hare who cries out in the night.

Robert Bly

April is Poetry Month

Dirge without Music

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

April is Poetry Month

GIFT

You tell me that silence
is nearer to peace than poems
but if for my gift
I brought you silence
(for I know silence)
you would say
This is not silence
this is another poem
and you would hand it back to me.


Leonard Cohen