#29 At the Edges of the Pueblo by Margaret Randall

A great tree falls on a downed power line and this time the fire is dubbed accidental: Cerro Grande, Las Conchas, no resources spared in a month of smoke-clogged sky and the people of Los Alamos finally breathe relief, return to their homes, the threat of that other accident still raking through memory. PTSD common … More #29 At the Edges of the Pueblo by Margaret Randall

#27 Insomnia, Avenida de San Marcos by Barbara Rockman

Morning after morning, a foreign opera wafts from her open windows into mine. As I make coffee and turn off radio news, from her apricot orchard into my lone apple tree, the widow la dolorosa sings her zarzuela and mourns. While I scoop my Sunday paper, Mrs. Lucero walks hunched under bowed fruit to her … More #27 Insomnia, Avenida de San Marcos by Barbara Rockman

#24 Lessons in Purple Adobe Salma Ruth Bratt

Covet the peace of others But not permanence Permanence is not like adobe That breathes air and water That throws down bricks from the sky That slips and slides its muddy way Covet joy But not permanence Permanence is not like adobe That perforates, permeates, performs Covet fleeting moments Permanence is for dreamers or drifters … More #24 Lessons in Purple Adobe Salma Ruth Bratt