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Many thanks to Robin Levin, author of The Death of Carthage for her review of my novel, Sleep of the Innocents.
As I’ve said before poems are not finished until they emerge fully from the creative haze. This one has gone through so many changes it evolved into a whole other poem; yet each line is exactly what I needed to say when I first started. Who needs a shrink when there is poetry?
By Vespertine voices
guided, snow arrives at
sunset, howling a dirge
melodic thru fangs of ice.
Gossamer gowns, veils, crowns,
tempest gifts drape the garden;
fallen trees beneath the snow
recall their dance and weep.
In silence Dawn awakens;
shadows cringe escaping
her ricocheting light.
Radiance marks the hour!
Cariño, should we walk now
hand in hand, our halting steps
unsteady and much too slow?
Dare we turn to watch our
Footprints fill with ice?
Querido, it’s so cold!
Will we complete our crossing
still through this vale of snow?
— Carole Fragoza
Every Sunday night, Two Worlds Indigenous Radio host Alvon Griffon shares the finest collection of Native
American music from traditional Pow Wow style to the latest from contemporary Native artists, NAMMY nominees and winners.
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Visit this interesting site to learn about the Taino people of both the past and the present:http://www.powhatanmuseum.com/Tainos_Past_Present.html
This site’s introduction is beautifully written:
“The Taínos were the first indigenous inhabitants of the Americas to experience the Columbian Encounter. Although their numbers were estimated to be in the millions at the time of first contact, they suffered great losses due to exploitation, enslavement, overwork, disease and cultural disruption. They are not extinct, as so many writers have proclaimed. Today, many people of Caribbean origin claim descent from both the Taíno and Island Carib. There has been a resurgence by Taíno descendants to recapture their indigenous Caribbean identity. This page is dedicated to notable Taínos, past and present .”
I am a storyteller who tells many stories; most of them, if not all, are true, but often at the end of a well-told tale, a listener will insist the story cannot be “real.” Listeners laugh and shake their heads when I insist otherwise.
The truth is I write fiction, but I tell truth, because stories of truth are worthy of being told. However, I tell truth with all the craft and polish of fiction.
There is a wide gulf between truth and fiction other than the definition we all accept: one is true or real while the other is not. Sometimes separating the two is difficult, even for educated adults. How wonderful it is that children, on the other hand, accept the story as is. They accept wonder and magic until they grow up and replace innocence with worldly sophistication.
Most people think truth is boring, but the children and I know that often it is even more magical than fiction.
I can create stories of fiction at the drop of a hat, but I tell stories of truth because it is easy; all one needs are strong powers of observation and a good memory. A sizable vocabulary helps, too. Fiction on the other hand is difficult to write; the plot and the characters must be created true—to life, unless the story is a fantasy. Each word of the prose must be crafted, honed and polished in the realm of the possible and plausible or readers will not suspend their disbelief and accept the fiction.
How strange is that? The fiction is crafted to shine with the mantle of the plausible, for readers to accept it as true. Truth is often homespun and wears a rough weave; to present it otherwise converts it into a fiction.
One of my favorite storytellers, Mark Twain, understood the differences between the two. That’s why his stories are still read today.
“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”
— Mark Twain
Although “The Paradoxical Commandments” are often attributed to Mother Theresa, I have read they were actually written by Kent M. Keith when he was 19, and a sophomore at Harvard College. It is said that Mother Theresa thought so highly of “The Paradoxical Commandments” that she put them up on the wall of her children’s home in Calcutta. When a journalist saw them on the wall, she assumed Mother Theresa had written them.
Who wrote those inspiring words is not as important as their message; therefore, I give thanks to both Kent M. Keith and Mother Theresa: Mr Keith for writing “The Paradoxical Commandments,” and Mother Theresa for bringing his inspired declarations to the attention of the world.
People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may just never be enough; Give the world the best you have anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it’s all between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.