#161 Graveyard in November, Albuquerque by LewEllyn Hallet

only this cold wind gives the tumbleweeds life walls and tombstones catch and hold them fast trapped they rattle peevishly plastic flowers fade in the sun near the heart-shaped markers and rows of stones sprayed silver Mary, of all comfort, stands at the mausoleum her hands cut off her head turned upside down — LewEllyn Hallet … More #161 Graveyard in November, Albuquerque by LewEllyn Hallet

#160 New Mexico Exile by Elizabeth Ann Galligan

I know where my roots entangle in red flesh, green skin of northern New Mexico drenched in el sangre de Cristo   I know where my roots knot in sand banks of that central artery twisting south, sinuous metate grinding cobbles into manos.   I know where my roots entwine en los camposantos, tenacious* as dilapidated flowers twisted around … More #160 New Mexico Exile by Elizabeth Ann Galligan

#159 Designing the Deck in Las Cruces by Dick Thomas

“Architecture is frozen music.” -Cecil Balmond Not just the mocking bird in the century plant, the white wing doves on the fence, the thrush in the mesquite, we wanted to hear the mountains to the east, the city to the west, to hear dark sky and the bend of Italian Cedars shrill with starlings. We wanted … More #159 Designing the Deck in Las Cruces by Dick Thomas