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arjanda: Hanging Up
by Joyce Sutphen
in Fourteen Sonnets
VisibleGoldRN: I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up."
Joyce Sutphen - Crossroads.
5/5
missconstrude: You need to be breathing
in order to eat paella and
drink sangria, and making love
is quite impossible without
a body, unless you are one
of those, given – like gold –
to spin in airy thinness forever.
“The Idea of Living” by Joyce Sutphen from Modern Love & Other Myths.
missconstrude: His breath comes out in clouds,
his fingers begin to ache, but
he skims off another layer
where the frost is forming
and begins to sing, "You are my
sunshine, my only sunshine."
"Silo Solo" by Joyce Sutphen, from First Words
zaharaesque: "The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years."
Joyce Sutphen, Crossroads
JeffCagwin: "Next time I won't waste my heart on anger; I won't care about being right. I’ll be willing to be wrong about everything and to concentrate on giving myself away. Next time, I’ll rush up to people I love, look into their eyes, and kiss them, quick."
— Joyce Sutphen, "Next Time"
goodnatureart: Joyce Sutphen
goodnatureart: Joyce Sutphen
srobrien2: Bookmobile by Joyce Sutphen, from Coming Back to the Body (Holy Cow! Press, 2000).
versedailypoems: Verse Daily: "First Snow" by Joyce Sutphen from THIS LONG WINTER
jlorts: Simplicity is poetry is marvelous...you'll like this one. Thanks, Joyce. Verse Daily: First Snow by Joyce Sutphen from THIS LONG WINTER
goodnatureart: Joyce Sutphen
alisonmcghee: Last week some friends and I were talking about all the narrow escapes in our lives, all the twists and turns of fate that somehow we’d eluded. Poem of the Week, by Joyce Sutphen. ❤️
missconstrude: My Luck
by Joyce Sutphen
"When I was five, my father,
who loved me, ran me over
with a medium-sized farm tractor.
I was lucky though; I tripped
and slipped into a small depression,
which caused the wheels to tread
lightly on my leg, which had already
been broken..."
pauljimerson: It’s the birthday of poet Joyce Sutphen, born and raised in Saint Joseph, Minnesota (1949). Sutphen writes often about rural life, childhood, family, and love. Fellow Minnesota poet Louis Jenkins calls her “a true daughter of the Minnesota soil.”
MacCocktail: “I am all that I am not, and I am not
what I shall become—who knows?”
― Joyce Sutphen (born this day, August 10, 1949)
zaharaesque: "The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years."
As is the tradition of past decade, starting my birthday by reading Joyce Sutphen's "Crossroads"
DianeEMeier: a poem for today: Now That Anything Could Happen
By Joyce Sutphen, Minnesota Poet Laureate
You now know that anything could happen;
things that never happened before, things that
only happened in movies and nightmares
are happening now,
Frank_Hudson: I was at a poetry reading tonight and Joyce Sutphen asked the question "Do your muses age along with you?"
Well, what do you think?
vernonhorn: Feeding the New Calf
by Joyce Sutphen
A poem for that should push us all towards vegetarianism, if not outright veganism!
UnivNebPress: In CARRYING WATER TO THE FIELD Joyce Sutphen’s evocations of life on a small farm, coming of age in the late 1960s, and traveling and searching for balance in a very modern world are both deeply personal and familiar.
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LentilLover: "Now That Anything Could Happen." by Joyce Sutphen.
SydneyRegina: – Joyce Sutphen, "Crossroads"
kjcfalcon: 4 of 5 stars to Coming Back to the Body by Joyce Sutphen
larrymcdonough: Poetry and Jazz
I had a great time playing jazz before and after the book release event for This Long Winter by Joyce Sutphen, former Minnesota Poet Laureate.
This Long Winter by Joyce Sutphen
NextChapterMN: We ran out of Joyce Sutphen's new chapbook "This Long Winter" when she read here on Wednesday, but we got more copies today. Get yours now, and you can be reading new poetry by a Minnesota treasure by tonight.
NextChapterMN: Tonight!
We have limited tickets remaining for the lovely Joyce Sutphen tonight so don't miss your chance!
She will be reading from her chapbook "This Long Winter"
Masks and vaccinations are still required.
Get your ticket
larrymcdonough: Today, Wednesday, March 2, 5:15 p.m., Larry McDonough, piano, music before and after the book release event for This Long Winter by Joyce Sutphen, former Minnesota Poet Laureate 5:30 p.m. at Next Chapter Booksellers, 38 Snelling Ave S, St Paul
OnGBandC: "It was enough to make
a grown man cry, but he didn’t..."
Fire on the Farm
by Joyce Sutphen
LLReview: MY WRITERS SITE: Living in the Body. A poem by Joyce Sutphen
arjanda: Naming the Stars by Joyce Sutphen
OnGBandC: "...the big dogs swirled//and eddied around us in a blur of/dogginess, like dark chocolate poured/into a bucket of cream, all muscle,/eyes and tail in a blur..."
At the Dog Park
by Joyce Sutphen
OnGBandC: “'Hello?' she says in the voice I’ve/known forever, she has caller I.D.;//she knows it’s me. Of course, it’s me."
My Mother on the Phone
by Joyce Sutphen
goodnatureart: Just kidding
Joyce Sutphen for the winter mind to snap you out of trance.
It was some glad morning.
hscotthaskell: Now That Anything Could Happen
by Joyce Sutphen
You now know that anything could happen;
things that never happened before, things that
only happened in movies and nightmares
are happening now, as if nothing could
stop them....
NextChapterMN: At 1pm today, we're joined by St Paul's own Ann Niedringhaus, signing copies of her book "All Entangled."
"Niedringhaus is a wise woman who knows the value of sorrow, but she's also learned the habit of joy."--Joyce Sutphen
letterfuI: — JOYCE SUTPHEN.
pauljimerson: On the highway, these two things:
a song from Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
and that semi-truck careening by.
Now I travel through the dark without you
and sometimes I turn up the radio, hopeful
the way you were, no matter what.
~ From Joyce Sutphen, “November, 1967”
StKate: Experience "what opens—like a blaze of fire (for Joyce Sutphen & Galilee Peaches)" for yourself through December 12, at the Catherine G. Murphy Gallery:
GnomeHunter_: --Joyce Sutphen
nekosanctity: — JOYCE SUTPHEN
o_franco_aleman: Joyce Sutphen
zaharaesque: "Crossroads" | Joyce Sutphen
TracieS89160163: Joyce Sutphen, “Living in the Body” from Straight Out of View (Boston: Beacon Press, 1995). Copyright © 1995 by Joyce Sutphen.
MartinaMcGowan: The Farm
BY JOYCE SUTPHEN
SmallFarmDairy: Poem by Joyce Sutphen. 14 years ago, this failure of our society and infrastructure had a deadly toll.
magicpoet01: What to Do by Joyce Sutphen
magicpoet01: What to Do by Joyce Sutphen
DavidSnyderBIMI: Report from Alan & Elena Sutphen — Uganda
A woman whom we did not recognize (masked) attended church a few weeks ago and Elena asked if this was her first visit. She pulled down her mask and said, “I am Joyce!” We knew Joyce from years back when she...
zaharaesque: "The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road."
Every birthday I read "Crossroads" by Joyce Sutphen.
This one will be no different.
Happy 1st of July to me!
MartinaMcGowan: The Exorcism BY JOYCE SUTPHEN
ContraWhit: “Naming the Stars”
(Joyce Sutphen)
This present tragedy will eventually
turn into myth, and in the mist
of that later telling the bell tolling
now will be a symbol, or, at least,
a sign of something long since lost.
This will be another one of those
1/2
goodnatureart: Oh, Joyce Sutphen:
nyzencenter: From "What the Heart Cannot Forget" by Joyce Sutphen
Full poem:
MitchNobis: Happy spring sunshine. Here’s some Joyce Sutphen.
MitchNobis: And one more Joyce Sutphen for the HeyTeach crowd.
MitchNobis: Just read a Joyce Sutphen poem that helped me better understand one of my own, so if anyone wants to interview me about a poem that isn’t even published yet, I have a great answer ready.
condofire: Poem of the Week: What to Do, by Joyce Sutphen via Poetry Mistress Alison McGhee
alisonmcghee: “Paco, my one real goal in life is for you to be happy.” Actual words that came out of my mouth yesterday. Poem of the Week, by Joyce Sutphen.
magicpoet01: What the Heart Cannot Forget by Joyce Sutphen
UMNEnglish: Alum Joyce Sutphen (BA, MA, PhD) has been MN Poet Laureate since 2011. Who's next? Nominations and applications being taken until March 7:
Sutphen's latest collection is Carrying Water to the Field:
LDJEconomics: BTW: Joyce Sutphen is the poet laureate of Minnesota:
cookforgood: This poem by Joyce Sutphen mentions chocolate cake, but that’s not why I want to memorize it.
MartinaMcGowan: Older, Younger, Both by Joyce Sutphen
mightbeyagmur: Joyce Sutphen
angelafell: Living in the Body
by Joyce Sutphen
Shared in a beautiful talk by Tara Brach on Awakening our Body's Awareness
chrishendel: Things You Didn’t Put On Your Resume
by Joyce Sutphen
intricatesky: Joyce Sutphen
Naming the Stars
lucubrations: Poem of the Day 1/4
Some Glad Morning
by Joyce Sutphen
doooronronron: 6/ savior: 'rain nipping flame’s root, gray mud of ash.:
And in Minnesota, Joyce Sutphen gave thanks for snow that comes down from Canada
covering the leaves we didn’t rake
and how sometimes after that, we
get a heat wave & a second chance
to put things right in the world
...
magicpoet01: Next Time by Joyce Sutphen
PlacesPoetry: A Poem of Gratitude From Minnesota by Joyce Sutphen
TeresaEvangelin: Now I travel through the dark without you
and sometimes I turn up the radio, hopeful
the way you were, no matter what.
November, 1967 by Joyce Sutphen
kdeep: I want to catch a book,
clear as a one-way ticket, to
someplace that is bigger, better.
Today’s poem is Bookmobile by Joyce Sutphen.
DeanHarring: “I want to catch a book,
clear as a one-way ticket, to Paris, to London, to anywhere.”—Joyce Sutphen, “Bookmobile”
glennmrichard: Bookmobile
by Joyce Sutphen
I spend part of my childhood waiting
for the Sterns County Bookmobile.
When it comes to town, it makes a
U-turn in front of the grade school and
glides into its place under the elms.
It is a natural wonder of late
afternoon. I try to imagine Dante,
britticus96: Joyce Sutphen, "From Out of the Cave"
goodnatureart: Silo Solo by Joyce Sutphen
peedeelou: Silo Solo
by Joyce Sutphen
My father climbs into the silo.
He has come, rung by rung,
up the wooden trail that scales
that tall belly of cement.
It's winter, twenty below zero,
He can hear the wind overhead.
The silage beneath his boots
is so frozen it has no smell.
1/3
peedeelou: His breath comes out in clouds,
his fingers begin to ache, but
he skims off another layer
where the frost is forming
and begins to sing, "You are my
sunshine, my only sunshine."
"Silo Solo" by Joyce Sutphen, from First Words. © Red Dragonfly Press, 2010.
3/3
LDJEconomics: Amen. Always keep in mind Joyce Sutphen's poem, "Things You Didn't Put On Your Resume"
servelearngrow: Read Joyce Sutphen's poem at
JUC_CO: This is your chance to listen carefully.
Your whole life might depend on what you hear.
- Joyce Sutphen
Read Joyce Sutphen's poem at
moonswinga: 1920: What the Heart Cannot Forget | Joyce Sutphen
RadiantCristina: 3 of 5 stars to Carrying Water to the Field by Joyce Sutphen
MSVintageValues: Books by Heartland writers: Harvest of Grief, non-fiction, Annette Atkins; Why We Live with Animals, poems, Alvin Greenberg;The Love Hunter, novel, Jon Hassler; Going After Cacciato, novel,Emilio DeGrazia, How To, poems, William Reichard; Straight Out of View, poems,Joyce Sutphen
jlorts: Great Poem of the Day to be found on Writer's Almanac, "Happiness," by Joyce Sutphen.
On writing poetry, Sutphen says: “Poetry makes the world real for me...in the end, it isn’t hard. When I sit down to write a poem, one thing just leads to another.”
MacCocktail: “I am all that I am not, and I am not
what I shall become—who knows?”
― Joyce Sutphen (born August 10, 1949)
MacCocktail: “I am all that I am not, and I am not
what I shall become—who knows?”
― Joyce Sutphen (born August 10, 1949)
LDJEconomics: Today is Joyce Sutphen's birthday. She is the poet laureate of Minnesota and I had the privilege to get to know her while on the faculty of a different college in Minnesota.
Here is my favorite Joyce Sutphen poem:
Things You Didn't Put On Your Resume
JISimpson: This was when nothing
that I wanted mattered, though all I wanted
was happiness, pure happiness
"Happiness" - Joyce Sutphen
g_keillor: It's the birthday of Joyce Sutphen, Poet Laureate of Minnesota, whose poem "Happiness" we are featuring today.
MatthewKevinJ: I'd say the two most impressive artists I've ever personally met are Joyce Sutphen and Charlie Parr. Both incredibly powerful people. Really left an impression.
readerjanedavis: Have been searching for a good poem for a friend’s 60th birthday - dont mind serious but not smelling too much of mortality. Found Older, Younger, Both by Joyce Sutphen | Poetry Foundation Which is worth having ... but anyone any other ideas?
adpulp: Joyce Sutphen — ADVICE TO WRITERS
WhiskyOpinions: Russell Hoban's Frances books. Neither of us had heard of these before one of the missus' colleagues, the great poet Joyce Sutphen gifted them to us on the birth of our oldest. That naughty badger and her friends made us laugh and laugh and laugh.
letterfuI: — JOYCE SUTPHEN.
FaylitaHicks: And Carrying the Water to the Field by Joyce Sutphen !
zaharaesque: "The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up."
—Joyce Sutphen, Crossroads
abibuglass: ‘It’s what she does and what her mother did.
It’s what I’d do if I were anything
like her mother’s mother...’
lovely poem: Canning, by Joyce Sutphen
