Did you see the news story? Two asteroids, each one big as a house, zipped between earth and the moon last Wednesday. Talk about coincidence! Just read today's poem. There are three epigraphs that preface this remarkable look at the future, but the title really says it all.
Poets try to never forget anything. Ever. But with love, well with love even the act of remembering is an experience not to be forgotten.
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
Stefi Weisburd volunteers at Explora, and this poem shows it. What a field trip! She is the author of two books, The Wind-Up Gods and Barefoot: Poems for Naked Feet. Her work has appeared in several national pubications, including American… Continue
This poem originally appeared in the legendary Chicago publication, Poetry. Because of that we can listen to Beeder read this short piece, as well as her introduction to it, on the Poetry Foundation website.
You are probably used to New Mexico's landscape of distant horizons and small surprises. But it does take some time to make sense of it...especially if you are from the midwest.
On a most basic level, the new Arizona laws are not about immigration: they are about being Mexican. Or being a dark-skinned American. Somehow popular history assumes the former Europeans among us filled out the proper papers at Ellis Island. We tend to forget the rest of the story.
Sirena Rayes is the 18 years old daughter of the poet featured last week, Mitch Rayes. She is the only one in her family who was born in Albuquerque, and is very happy to hold the first generation slot. Writers on the other hand, show up in her family repeatedly from generation to generation. Luckily that gene made it to Albuquerque, and Sirena is… Continue
Mitch Rayes is always at work for poets behind the scenes. He's often referred to as the "Godfather of the Albuquerque Poetry Scene" because he produced four poetry festivals in the '90s and created Flaming Tongues and is infinitely supportive of other poets. (Here, in the banner above, and photo by Mark Weber below, he's adjusting sound at the memorial for the recently passed… Continue
Joy Harjo will be the headliner for the next Duende Poetry Series program on Sunday, June 13 at 3 p.m. at the Anasazi Fields Winery in Placitas. Reading with her will be Albino Carrillo, a UNM graduate and a nominee for the prestigious Pushcart Prize in poetry (2008). Albino, by the way, is the twin brother of DCF contributor Rudolfo Carrillo. Wow.
Sometimes, when we are busy concentrating on the big issues, maybe our mind needs to wander to the person across from us, whether big or little, and what that love feels like. At least for a little while.
"Crazy good!" comes to mind describing this poem as it rolls through the Texas countryside. But that is not good enough. Weisburd throws up images that seem to rise from the horizon full of life, but somehow twisted by heat waves. In such a world, your eyes can play tricks on you.
Tamra Hays, that wonderful poet from Mountainair, continues to write with simple elegance in brilliantly chosen metaphors. She finds her way so deftly from first word to last. You will enjoy this short, personal reflection.
Of all the poems Levi has written, I asked for this one. It is as iconic a piece of writing about New Mexico as there is. Read it and smile. Here's to Taos Plaza: to the low-riders, the tourists, the young ladies in their mini-faldas. Here's to cruising through all those yesterdays.