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#175 Postcard to New Mexico by Sandra Vallie

It’s gray here and almost nothing
more needs saying
in Michigan winter a survival
course in tricking your mind desperate
remainders of sun, color and light winnowed
from holly berries, mulched pansies a faint

reflected summer shimmers open
to lavender and mango skies mountains
(always the mountains) vision of dry rivers
and chamisa New Mexico blossoms belief
collapses past and future, here and there
until tonight in the damp, cold dark

I walk from this gray here, my past
down this brown-grassed hill dive
through the iced pond swim
into the Rio Grande
walk into “the tent of your blessed funkiness”
into Albuquerque

*”the tent of your blessed funkiness” is from Dee Cohen’s poem, “Slouching Toward ABQ.” “Postcard to New Mexico appeared in a slightly different form at  The Sunday Poem at the Duke City Fix.

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Sandra Vallie’s work has appeared in Adobe Walls, Airplane Reading, Red Ravine, and in the Sunday Poem at Duke City Fix. Sandra’s blog, Writing It Down In The High Desert, can be found at sandrarenee.com. She lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

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#137 What the Ancient Ones Knew by Gayle Lauradunn

Petroglyphs in the rock:
a woman balancing a world

in each outstretched hand.
The worlds spin in place.

She stares across
the valley  at winter peaks

floating in clouds. A small
smile lightens her face.

Her feet ground the earth.
Her head grazes the sky.

To her right side coyote tosses
the moon off the end of his nose

and barks at the close of night.
As the hot sun dries  her face

the woman moves her left hand
forward and offers me a world.

“Here,” she says, “let it spin.
It will weave its own fabric.”

(above based on a petroglyph in Bandelier N.M., published in Mother Earth: Through the Eyes of Women Photographers and Writers, A Sierra Club Book, 1992)

Gayle Lauradunn served on the Selection Committee for Albuquerque’s first Poet Laureate. She was the co-organizer of the first National Multi-cultural Women’s Poetry Festival in 1974. Her poems have been published in Adobe Walls, The Rag, Puerto del Sol, Zone 3, Tsunami, and others. Several poems have been adapted  for stage.

#134 Fishing the Guadalupe by Jon Kelly Yenser

Headlong for miles upstream and full
of stones, at last the water flattens
and backs up on the other bank,
under cut, a pool deeper, greener
than any so far. An hour to nightfall
I have time to work the run. An osprey
sits lopsided at the top of a snag
watching as I wade midway, threading
a mayfly onto a tippet so thin
I fumble it twice. The cutthroat begin
breaking the surface now and now again
until the pool is dimpled everywhere.
The hatch thickens the air like dust.
I play out the line, and loop it and make
one false cast before the osprey has seen
enough: impatient, indelicate, oblivious
to drift, he lifts off, hovers and flops
headfirst. He flaps up with the last fish
caught today in his balled claws.

Jon Kelly Yenser was born, raised, and educated in Kansas. He’s worked as a teacher, a journalist and a fund-raiser for several universities. Poems have appeared in numerous journals, including Diagram, The Massachusetts Review, Natural Bridge and Adobe Walls. He lives in Albuquerque with his wife