From our "Poetry Correspondent," Dale Harris
January 10, 2007
Happy New Year, if we haven't already exchanged greetings. My prediction is that 2007 will be filled with great poetry, a sure thing because it's starting off with a bang. Is one of your resolutions to write a poem a day, a week? More fun if you share with other poets so my weekly poem is included.
Thursday, Jan. 11, 7 pm Fickle Muses at Winning Coffee Co, 111 Harvard SE, introducing an online journal of myth and legend. Bob Reeves emcees an open mic for mythic poetry and fiction to celebrate the debut issue. The website, curated by Sari Krosinski, features a weekly single-author selection of poetry or fiction and also publishes book reviews, essays and art. For more information, visit http://www.ficklemuses.com
Friday, Jan. 12, 8 pm Blue Dragon Poetry Slam features Jamie Kilstein from NYC, one of New York's top slam poets, touring internationally. The Blue Dragon Coffeehouse, 1517 Girard NE, off Indian School. Free event.
Sunday, Jan. 14, 5:30 pm Ho Anumpoli! presents Endangered Languages Poetry Reading at Harwood Art Center, 1114 Seventh St. NW north of downtown Albuquerque, corner of Mountain & 7th, 242-6367. Hear Alan Hudson (Irish), Nora Yazzie (Navajo), Colleen Gorman (Navajo), Camilla Dodson (Sesotho), Hoku Duran (Hawaiian), Sanae Wright (Okinawan), Luis & Paula Garcia (Nahuatl). Donations accepted at the door.
Wednesday, Jan. 17, 8 pm MAS Poetry at Winnings Coffee, 111 Harvard SE, a second chance to hear Jamie Kilstein and to participate in a slam. Free event.
Saturday, Jan. 20, 1 to 4:30 pm, 8th Quarterly Poetry Open House at Billy Brown & Sandi Blanton's, 2909 Monterey Ave SE, 3 streets south of Coal, east of Girard. Bring poems, yours or O.P.'s, to share and optional snacks. RSVP or more info 268-0933.
Sunday, Jan 21, 3 pm, Duende Poetry Series of Placitas, Poetic Tribute to Spanish Poet Federico Garcia Lorca at Anasazi Fields Winery featuring Gary Mex Glazner, Joan Logghe, Leo Romero, and Gary L. Brower with flamenco guitarist Nino David and dancer Susana Garrett. Directions to Anasazi Fields Winery: I 25 Exit 242 Bernalillo/Placitas east on Hwy. 165 to old village of Placitas, turn left onto Camino del Los Pueblitos, follow road to the end through 2 stop signs to the winery. Free event and wine tasting. Books by the poets for sale
Sunday, Jan. 28, 3 pm, Acequia Booksellers, Todd Moore will read from his recent poems on Billy the Kid. Acequia Booksellers is located at 4019 4th St. NW at the corner of Cherokee between Candelaria and Griego, 890-5365. Admission is free.
And now here's the poem:
All yesterday, through the night,
a cold treasure here in the high desert
where any gift of water is welcome.
No discernible wind,
this still, silent snow undisturbed
yet there₼s a sky current somewhere
bending its fall, see
it comes at an angle, not straight down.
Or it is the drift of the earth itself.
These snow clouds hang low
a solid opaque white.
We are inside a pearl.
The moon tonight will glow us,
bright reflections from without and within.
The birds, other usual yard animals
aren't in sight, not even a track.
They ride out the storm in whatever shelter
they can find.
We are more than privileged.
Our house is snug, well provisioned,
gas heated, electric power on.
We live in a fortunate part of town.
No work today, the city stops
except for public services
like snow plow and utility repair.
We have soft jobs though,
tasks that people can do without.
Like happy children, we stay home,
reprieved, cheerfully snowbound.
I remember the same feelings when I was ten,
no school, the bus not coming,
a holiday from dull routines.
My husband surprises me.
He suits up, parka and boots,
takes snow shovel and broom
outdoors before even the first cup of coffee.
His mission is to save our trees
from the burden of snow on branches
that bends, might cause them to break.
He is the good gardener even on this winter day.
The roof is next, then sidewalks.
Later he will cook a hearty soup, eat,
then drowse to sleep on the couch.
Today I won't begrudge him that.
From television comes news
a tyrant is hanged, far across the world.
My husband swept the snow from the satellite dish,
so reception is restored.
You should have left the snow alone, I joke
then turn TV off.
Quietly I pray for an end to murder,
an end to cruelty, all and any of it,
his, theirs, ours, everybody's.
Still it snows.
Submitted by Dale Harris, January 10, 2007