If America's songwriters were poets they might have been lucky enough to write this moving piece.  Instead, they had to content themselves with It Ain't Me Babe and Don't Fence Me In.  Life is complicated, and this winding piece finds its mark in line after line.



Katrina Guarascio reads this…

Beautiful images of our enchanted landscape dance with a bit of danger in this poem of the season.  No wonder we never grow tired of living here or wandering down those country roads.  "Cibola Winter" was written when Dale and her husband lived in Torreon and owned the Hummingbird Cafe in Mountainair.  She…

The poet sits in an arroyo contemplating what it means to be alive and human.  How New Mexico is that!  This gorgeous poem explores that moment and is itself a revelation.



Elizabeth Jacobson will be reading this morning at Sunday Chatter.  This poem is from her book, …

Dave Brubeck's death this week was a sad milepost of sorts.  So many loved his music and played his Time Out album over and over.  Brubeck's piano and Paul Desmond's lilting sax are instantly recognizable, but…

Brubeck's gone.  Dave Brubeck died yesterday at the age of 92.   I didn't know about it until Don McIver posted a comment on Sunday's poem and then emailed me.  He…

Poet Don McIver continues his poetic meditations on the classic jazz scene.  John Coltrane's "A Love Supreme" was recorded in December of 1964--three years before his death, from liver cancer, at age 40.

Don McIver, whose work has inspired the Duke City for decades, wrote this piece just…