Last Saturday, MaryAnn and I hosted the second Sunday Poets Potluck. So far The Sunday Poem series has run for 89 consecutive weeks. It started February 15, 2009 with two poems by Richard Vargas and continues until the present day. 56 different local poets have been featured here, many more than once. I repeat: 56 local poets! And we are not done yet.
Somehow the noise of America seems timeless. "Can you spare some change?" resonates through much of the 20th century. And here we are in the 21st. Self-help slogans are everywhere. We listen for the soul of our country somewhere in this mix of verbal traffic.
Don McIver is on duty. His eyes are open. He is keeping the watch, even if he can't do much about what he sees.
Poems about paintings always lead off the canvas. And in the case of a painting of a crow, your journey could be a long one.
Richard is one of Albuquerque's strongest voices. He continues to walk down your streets, taking it all in and making sense. Today's poem about his ex-wife partially takes place in his ex-home, Rockford, Illinois. Incredibly, I lived there for 18 years myself.
"Born in New Mexico of Indio-Mexican descent, Jimmy Santiago Baca was raised first by his grandmother and later sent to an orphanage. A runaway at age 13, it was after Baca was sentenced to five years in a maximum security prison that he began to turn his life around: he learned to read and write and unearthed a voracious passion for poetry." Thus begins his 'official' biography as related on… Continue