Lyre Snakes are a mildly poisonous snake found throughout the southwest. Named for the V-shaped marking on their head, they are not easily observed--being primarily nocturnal and living deep in rock crevices and canyon walls. They are said to eat lizards, rodents, and even bats.
I heard that sometime within the next five years, there will actually be more guns in the U.S. than people. Is there no turning back? Must we live with instant death forever? How crass have we become? Is there a tipping point?
Margaret Randall continues her work here in Nob Hill and…
Many, many people regard the Rio Grande valley as a holy place. What does that mean? Well, for one thing, it seems to draw a lot of people to it that imagine or re-imagine the essence of life on this earth. This is seldom a matter of belief, rather an individual perception of what is, what flows, and what…Continue
Yesterday, Rev. Jesse Jackson asked President Obama to come to Chicago. The occasion? Death by gunfire in the streets of Chicago, including that of a young woman who had participated in Obama's Inauguration festivities in Washington D.C. In the U.S. 1280 people have been killed by guns just since last…Continue
"It was during this time I hitched a ride to California and stopped in Bernalillo, New Mexico where I read in the Placitas Village newspaper "The Sign Post" of a new community forming, gathered around Buckminster Fuller's geodesic domes, alternative communal housing. I decided to spend a few…Continue
I heard Jim Burbank read this poem at Sunday Chatter a couple of weeks ago. He literally brought down the house. So relax, lean back, read on, and be confident that your Sunday morning includes a smile or two.
James C. Burbank is director of UNM's Professional Writing Internship…
This morning's poem is quintessential Rich Boucher: smart, ironic, imaginative, kind…and yet filled with some sort of comedic horror.
Rich is featured this Wednesday, Jan. 16th, at the MAS Poetry Slam and Open Mic event at Winning Coffee Co., 111 Harvard SE. It starts at 7:00. Sign-up at 6:30. …
If our eyes were fast enough to read a coin as it flips in the air, the sides might read "Hello" and "Good-bye." Yet, when it comes to the lives of people around us, this perspective is hard to come by. How is it that a teenager can express it so well?
Jude Marx is a 16-year-old high school junior at…
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…Continue
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…Continue
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…Continue
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…Continue
This world is ever revealing and ever concealing. We get the briefest glimpse of something, then it disappears. So as you reach for that cup of coffee this morning, remember that the steaming cup you see is not the cup that is. And Stewart Warren? Why he's smiling.
Years ago many of us faced life among the industrial factories of America. Quite a few ended up here…in the Land of Enchantment. Bruce Holapple contemplates one of the lessons learned in Buffalo, New York.
Bruce works as a Speech-Language Pathologist in Magdalena. He’s published six books of…
Jazz and poetry were made for each other. This morning, with that dark cloud bank over the Sandias and yellow leaves falling all over town, winter edges into our consciousness. Mmmmm..."Kind of Blue." This morning is jazz perfect.
"Ideally, you should queue up Miles Davis' "Freddie…
If ever there were an election awash in money, this is it. Fortunately, in a political version of El Niño, most of the national TV ads seem to be passing north of us. Here in the Land of Enchantment these battles are fought in our front lawns.
Jules is the founder of Jules' Poetry Playhouse in…
It might be a scene in Corrales, Los Ranchos, Belen, or near the poet's home in Peralta. In any case the sharp eyes of Aileen O'Catherine see beyond the straw and corn husks, and peer into the future of a youngster making a scarecrow. In this one moment, autumn seems a lot like…Continue