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We Love Lit in Las Cruces

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It’s February and once again the Sin Fronteras folks will be presenting a “For Love of Lit” reading as part of “For Love of Art Month.”

The event will be Saturday, February 23, 10:00 to 12:00, at the Branigan Cultural Center, 501 N. Main Street, Las Cruces.  Outside the Farmers and Crafts Market will be in full swing.  Come inside and sit down for a while.

Fifteen readers have signed up to read.  If you’ve attended in previous years, you’ll notice a mix of familiar voices and new ones.  Here is the line-up, if all goes as planned: Dick Thomas, Lee Ann Meadows, Peter Goodman, Joanne Townsend, Richard Miles, Alice Wallace, Gerry Stork, Ellen Roberts Young, Joe Somoza, Dael Goodman, Charles Harper, Joanne Turnbull, Bruce Holsapple, Michel Wing, Frank Varela.

Michael Mandel will be the master of ceremonies.

 

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Readings I

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Between my readings “up north” and working on distributing the journal, I’ve fallen way behind on blog posts.

Yesterday I spent over half an hour figuring out how to get the cover of the new issue of Sin Fronteras onto the sidebar at http://www.sinfronterasjournal.com.  Putting it inside this post should be easier.cover 190001My reading in Santa Fe was held at op.cit. books, which is in an interesting neighborhood, near the train depot.trains

I was greeted by a glorious blooming tree.P1000437The bookstore is relatively new.  The owner moved to Santa Fe when she lost her lease in San Francisco.  She has not wasted money on appearances, identifying the store only by paper notices in the windows.P1000438Inside, of course, the books dominate.  Several nice people came to my reading and some bought books.readingThough it’s a long drive, I hope I’ll have occasion to read there again.  Three cheers for independent bookstores!

We Had a Party

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Good friends came to my book launch last week, and we had a good time together.  Thanks to Susan Gomez for taking photos with my camera for me, but as you see she was not the only one.reading 3

picture taking

 

Made and Remade is off to an auspicious start.lucille

From one of the poems, “Time Past, Time Present”:

What’s the time on Paley’s watch?
Without hands it would still be
a watch.  It’s mechanism matters
to him, springs and metal, not hours  . . .P1000241

We had a lovely hour together.

 

Ascent Goes Public

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Let this bold blooming yucca in my neighbor’s yard stand for the achievement of the five southwestern women poets as we presented our work in our book Ascent to the public today at our local library.

Some of us have been writing for decades, others only recently, but for all of us this is work of our maturity.  Three years of critiquing each others’ work had not blurred the difference in the way we see our world.

I shared this observation on the environment where I now live:

A jackrabbit feeds on
freeze-dried prickly pear,
bolts a my approach,
happy in his speed, doing
what he’s made for.

Susan Gomez describes a dust storm in “Fury”:

Our small car listed
as we navigated the wind
with its airborne sediment. . . .

Air and silt, violent, howled into the night.

Teral Katahara closely observes another part of our landscape:

I stop to see Sandia and pungent Jalapeno
chile plants
sitting in the neighbor’s field. . . . .

Sun shines through
translucent red skins
splotched with warm gold.

The other poets chose to share pieces about their past.  Lucille Tully recalls Chicago in “State Street 1957”:

Now in the quiet of the late night
I walk alone except for the one

staggering drunk who does his dance
while I smile, do mine, to stay clear of his

Still, as strange, silent companions
we share this concrete way.

Polly Evans, eldest and in many ways wisest of the group, encompasses a lifetime in “Hide and Seek,” beginning with basement and closet. Then

The apple tree was easy . . .
I hid in the foliage.
The big dog knew I was there;
I watched the cats,
and the kids coming home.

After a stanza about hiding in early marriage, the poem concludes:

The night you died
there was no place to hide.

Ascent is a truly self-published book, available only from the authors.  See the Books page and use the Contact page for more information.