‘Miscellany’ Archives
Hey Gardeners!
By Brad Pass It”'s NOT too early to start thinking about Garden fresh tomatoes, herbs and squash. It only seems so if you look outside. So - crank up your imagination and conjure mental pictures of spading warm loam, planting and tending the food and flowers for 2013. Gardening News: The East Phillips Community 17th Ave. Garden (2428 17th Ave. S.) usually has a few openings for garden plots every spring. If you are an East Phillips resident and are interested, Contact Brad Pass at bpass@usinternet.com to get on the Wait List. For immediate attention, add “GARDEN” in caps to the subject line. The Community Garden Spring Resource Fair is just around the corner! Join Gardening Matters and gardeners from across the Twin Cities Saturday March 9, 2013 from 12-5pm at Metro State University in St. Paul. A special keynote presentation by LaDonna Redmond of the Institute for Agriculture and Trade Policy on “Reconstructing Our Relationship with Land” [...]
Visit Lake Street USA Coupon Book: BuyOneGetOne
By Carstens Smith Chocolate is a wonderful Valentine”'s gift, but the Lake Street Council is giving visitors to the street a host of other great options. The Visit Lake Street USA Coupon Book contains more than 80 coupons for dining, shopping, and entertainment along the six-mile-corridor. Most of these coupons are “Buy One, Get One Free” (BOGO) You can catch up with a friend over coffee (your treat) at Blue Moon or Peace Coffee or, on a more romantic note, have a glass of house wine at Gandhi Mahal and your date need not know that his or her glass was free. The Nuevo Rodeo Restaurante lets you bring a date for free to their dance club but if it”'s tranquility you are seeking, Moksha Yoga will give you a pass for five free classes when you purchase a five-class pass. Of course, you do have the option of keeping the pass for yourself, too. But think of the good karma you can accrue by sharing it. A chance to learn something new is always a gift. Learn [...]
At the Bridge
By Patrick Cabello Hansel Herod has grown to a yeti”'s size, with hands to match, and a voice made hoarse by vainglory. His henchmen do not speak, but bang their poles on the ground as if digging for oil, stealing horses, writing summons for the dead. This is no place for a woman with child, no place for her husband to beg, no place to wait. There is always no room at the inn. There are always innocents to hunt. But on this night, few neighbors venture out, armed only with names: brother, madre, cousin, tio, their hands holding each relation like an egg, a newborn, a seed. Open up the river, old king. We walk with stars, we walk with angels, we walk with our wounds, our own sweet voices.
