Back in 1970 my mother joined the local POW/MIA organization.  Like every member, she wore a bracelet for someone who was either a prisoner of war or missing in action during the Vietnam War.  Although I was pretty young, I remember going door to door with her as she handed out pamphlets for…

Located across from UNM since 1972, Newsland closed its doors for good last year. Sad to see it…

An old prospector stakes his claim in a Nob Hill parking lot.

Last week my neighbor had a break in, and someone stole their son's laptop. I live behind them, by the alley. I just came home and found a man standing in the alley by my apt., drinking a beer. He had a back pack, was wearing shades, a grey sweatshirt, and long dark pants. He has a moustache, a suntanned complexion, and his hair is a dark sandy brown. And he was talking on a cell phone. As soon as I drove up, he and his beer walked to Coal, heading westbound. After a few blocks, he cut into…

This weekend I attended most of "(L)INK: The Write Disability," and it's given me some things to think about. The readings were great, and of the workshops, "Writing to Heal and Writing for Joy" was especially good. It was interesting to learn a little of the physical impact writing has, or even that it has a physical impact. And Lisa Gill's "Mortar & Pestle," "Caput Nili" and the…

Dick Cheney does have a heart.  Doctors have seen it.  But the odd thing is, it isn't his.



 Albuquerque poet Margaret Randall has published more than 80 books.  Her reputation and influence extend worldwide.  And she contributes in many, many ways to the local poetry scene (including a faithful…