Thanks everyone for your notes of curiosity and interest. It’s been a busier than average summer and all my projects are behind schedule. This project in particular is essentially stalled out at the moment. While this bums me out a bit, it also means that featured poets are free to shop their poems around (just make sure to … More Project Update
Hello dear readers. It is my great pleasure to introduce Alexandria K.M., my new intern. Alex will assist with some of the administrative duties surrounding the publication of the 200 New Mexico Poems anthology. In addition, she will helping out at readings. I’ve asked Alex to provide a brief professional biography and a picture, which follow. Be sure to welcome her aboard when … More New Intern!
He said so you remember that night in El Rancho he wagged his tongue? He said, welcome the newcomers they are the heart also of this valley The word Valley makes me hollow so rivers can flow in a time for rivers I have seen the snow bless and bless the mountains thirty seven times,…
I take the sage brush scent in The folding hills The heat of the asphalt Twenty-seven minutes past noon Past the historic marker And the twisted metal road sign The yellow apple dotted orchards The alfalfa I take it all in For you my brothers And sisters Lying on rubber mattresses In your jail pods … More #200 I Breathe the Cottonwood by New Mexico Centennial Poet, Levi Romero
La memoria se me está acabando No sólo a mi, sino también a la tierra, El caballo alazán tostado ya no sabe como trabajar Ni conoce el arado, menos la jaida o la escardina Hace un siglo que’l caballo era el mejor amigo del hombre Le ayudaba a traer leña de la Cejita, siguiendo todo … More #199 Memoria Desmemoriada/Forgetful Memory by Juan Estevan Arellano
josie g., whose name you could find on any wall in the mission in front of, behind, beneath, or on top of my sister’s, lisa a. and always with a big fat Con/Safos told us of her daddy’s homeland: 24th and Mission is cool san jo’s got it going on with Story and King and … More #198 Taos Summer of Love [excerpt] by Cathy Arellano
Voices bless a winter flower of red and gold, of chile and corn; worn hands pass the first tamales from the dented roaster. Communion wine is New Mexican, red as sangre. Masa is the bread of life. Days of solstice preparation, corn hand-ground, red chile simmering, and pork roasting. Grandmothers’ memories soften hojas and whip … More #197 Solstice Communion by Bonnie Buckley Maldonado