Rebirth or Starting Over

I wanted to start this post with the idea of the Library blog being reborn, and what better time is there then spring to start over.  We have had some good times on this blog, good conversations, shared fabulous ideas, but let's face it, we have been seriously slacking in the blogging world for oh...well...the past year.  With that lapse in our posting consistency comes some sense of guilt, mainly due to the fact that I have wanted to share, write, and spark conversations here and just not had the time.  So, all of that to say...the blog is now reborn!  Or maybe, we'll just start over and fresh.  Hopefully those of you who are new to visiting here will find us to be a fun new diversion and those who have been faithfully checking in will have a renewed sense of delight. 

So, what's going on in the Library right now? Well, it's one of our favorite months of the year.

April is National Poetry Month!

If you notice the green of the grass or the sound the sprinklers make when they hiss into action, or maybe the peculiar words your mother uses to describe your brother—if you are impacted in any way by the world around you, then you know something about poetry.  It’s intuitive and intrinsic, and because it is those things, it is also inspirational. 

In 1996, April was chosen by The Academy of American Poets as a month-long, nation-wide poetry celebration, and if there are two things we at the Library love, its poetry and celebrating. 

 To get you into the spirit of things, we've planned some very cool events every week for the month including reading, movies, amazing guest speakers, and of course fabulous prizes.  Keep checking in here for details. 

And to start the month off on a good vibe, here's to the beautiful luxury of a lazy day from one of our favorite poets...

it was just a little while ago

almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday's
forgotten sandwich
at 6 a.m.
an a quiet Sunday morning.

one shoe in the corner
standing upright
the other laying on it's
side.

yes, some lives were made to be
wasted. 

Charles Bukowski