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.
Been thinking about the crap going down in Arizona? You need to read this. Wondering about all the fuss? You really need to read this.
This is National Poetry Month. The Alibi did a nice piece on it, highlighting four local poets. I might mention that 3 of the 4 have appeared here on The Sunday Poem (Richard Oyama, Greta Pullen, and Adam Rubenstein) as well as Alibi Arts/Lit Editor Erin Adair-Hodges who authored the piece. The Alibi's web page also features a… Continue
Ever wonder how we in New Mexico turned out to be so different from our neighbors Texas and Arizona? For one thing, we turned back the forces of slavery at Glorieta. And check out this tribute to poet Maisha Baton, which delves into post-civil war history in eastern New Mexico.… Continue
Here is a preview of this morning's hottest ticket in town: The Church of Beethoven featuring Reich, J.S. Bach, and the poetry of V.B. Price. In good times and bad, Price has written about Albuquerque and New Mexico with courage, insight, and integrity. It is no surprise that Chaco Canyon calls to him again and again; his repect for our part of the world runs that… Continue
Warm weather is here. Everyone is heading for the Jemez Mountains. Now there are only two kinds of New Mexicans: those who have been to the Los Ojos Bar in Jemez Springs, and those who are going. There are a thousand stories about the place. I could tell a couple myself. Anyway, Georgia Santa-Maria casts her eyes around that dark, smokey tavern and gives us a run-down of what it all means.
Now, with the unimaginable literally within view, let us take a little time to reflect on what it might feel like.
Men never understand women. Of course that doesn't stop us from trying.
At the heart of Adam Rubinstein's attempt to revisit this neighborhood is a girl. In my own life as a young boy, her name was Carol. Although I wanted to walk with her home from school, I was too shy...and contented myself with following half a block behind, throwing snowballs or hiding behind bushes. Later, I must have dated Carol a dozen times in my life: Nancy, Elizabeth, Tanya, Susan, and more. I think I remember the way to her house. Adam… Continue
Sometimes the days pass slowly when you are a child. Gina Marie Marselle recalls such an afternoon with her mother. I am sure that many of the wonderful details of that time are now part of her own daughter's life. Some belong only to history...but nothing is left unnoticed.
The following email was forwarded to me by Lisa Gill on Friday.
Harvena Richter has lived in the same rambling adobe on Candelaria Road in Albuquerque's north valley since 1972. But the Richter family story in the Duke City begins much before that. Her father, Pulitzer Prize winning novelist Conrad Richter, sold their small Pine Tree Farm in Pennsylvania and moved to Albuquerque in 1928, looking for a cure for his wife's tuberculosis. His… Continue
"Eva was my Australian Shepherd, who had a big vocabulary in English and Spanish and invented jobs for herself in the absence of sheep."
How can a lamentation be so intriguing! This short piece ends with two of the more memorable lines in the English language. This a perfect Sunday morning poem.
Poet, erstwhile musician, writer, teacher, art guy, and Nob Hill denizen, I've been here since '81. I am a confirmed unbeatnik and Valley Rat. Write a poem a day, sing or play a little flute, or a…Continue