THROUGH SMOKE AND SHADOW ~ INDIGO AND GOLD

Views looking west toward Corrales, New Mexico and the Romero Fire in the Rio Grande Bosque, June 22, 2012, from the roadside near Sandia Casino, as well as views from and in the Elena Gallegos Open Space closer to the mountains...  Smoke plumes and Apache Plumes, drought dormant Blue Grama Grasses in gold. 

MAS LA PALABRA: THE WORD IS A WOMAN

La Palabra Poetry & Beer June 2012

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La Palabra: The Word is a Woman is a female writer's collective founded by poet Jessica Helen Lopez which celebrates femininity in the context of its beauty ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oe1CJGj8x5s&feature=youtu.be

IN "200 NEW MEXICO POEMS"

200 New Mexico Poems

One hundred poems celebrating the past, one hundred more for the future.

JUNE 13, 2012

Spring/Autumn Haiku by Julie BröKKeN

wistful spring sky cries

seventeen tears ~ a gray sedge

of wet cranes flies north

*

beauty’s strange red face

rises through forest fire clouds ~

August’s Lightening Moon

http://200newmexicopoems.wordpress.com

SOFT AS STONE

Christopher Creek, summer of 2010

I am soft as stone

letting the morning carve me

into her desire...

MOONFLOWER MAGIC

 photo credit:  Mark Fischer

MAGIC happened last Thursday evening @ Fixed & Free Poetry Open Mic with  Don McIver & moi as the feature poets @ THE SOURCE for Creating Sacredness.  Event photos by Mark Fischer... thanks so much Mark.  Thanks to all y'all passionate poetry peopleness who came, read, listened, supported, shared in the good juju... ate cookies!  Special thanks to you, Billy Brown, for the GF-DF-SF cookies... they're all gone... and for all you do to keep the poetry rippling!

Billy Brown

   

Elaine Schwartz              Susan Paquet

Bob Warren

Merimee Moffitt

Patrick Houlihan

Dee Cohen

John Ashbaugh

Piera Payne (sp?), Stewart Warren, Teresa Gallion

Bruce Noll

Nate Maxson

Don McIver

Brooke von Blomberg at far right... Hi Brooke!

The spirit of Georgia  O'Keeffe was present...

see?

Reading "Rose Petals, Pale Ones"...

reading "17 Breaths, 17 Haiku" 

reading "Truth, Says the White Deer"

reading Bosque Dreaming: Fox Medicine  

reading "Flower Moon"...

curling her slender fullness

into the Flower Moon 

folding Beauty into Bliss

she gathers nirvana

in a delicate calligraphy of legs

dabs Truth between her eyes

so sweet  the Light

White Deer's desire to know it

to dip her lithe pink tongue

into Moonflower's Cup       

effuse deliriant ~ pure white ink

a kiss upon Datura's Sacred face

so effortlessly fleet her Transcendence

luminous spark of grace on her heels

no fleurish ~ no tracks

to follow up the indigo trail

leaping into enlightenment      

now here now there quantum magic  

too curious to taste with my tongue too

I put on Datura's Sacred Moonflower mask

spill myself into her pool of dreams

follow her dance into the illuminating alchemy of night

I leap to kiss White Deer's sacred face

drown inside her full Flower Moon

See what I mean?  The spirit of Georgia  O'Keeffe was present... in her painted images, in my photo, in the blossoms of the Sacred Datura opening up behind the stage as night fell... in my poem, Flower Moon, and in the Sacred Datura photos I took by flashlight after everyone left...  MAGIC!

Namasté Georgia...

Namasté Sacred Datura ❤

WHAT COLOR IS THE WEST WIND?

scribbling West Wind's words

high desert grasses argue ~

purple, green or gold?

Pretty Pink Ways: Apache Plume in Bloom

I hope y'all enjoy my first little "SILENT MOVIE"... link below... (sans sound until I fix kinks per recent hard drive replacement)  My intent is to share a more fluid, meditative format for these little photo-poetic journeys...   

Know that it was overcast, 4-ish in the afternoon, temp about 67, the smell of rain on a fickle breeze ~whipping up and settling back down again ~ the gentle rumbling promises of thunder from the south...

https://picasaweb.google.com/116389343999047288618/PrettyPinkWaysApachePlumeInBloom#5742216095015249794

As I visited some of my neighborhood botanical friends yesterday ~ along a beloved narrow wildish patch of earth in-between the well-groomed neighborhood park and a concreted section of South Domingo Baca Arroyo ~ I found myself noticing subtle differences from scrub to scrub... this Apache Plume's feathery seed heads are a bit pinker, that one has redder rachis-like veins, larger this or smaller that, more pronounced texture, softer... softer... so soft!  Pink fluff everywhere...  lulling me into restfulness.  Sweet little pillows for a busy mind, an afternoon snack for a beetle, a ladybug, a few ants...

I said "hi" to the Four-Wing Saltbushes, the Coyote Willows, too...  I have a strong resonance with this particular trio of beings.  When I moved here I felt more drawn to the pines on the greenside of these pink Sandias.  Now I feel more attached to these high desert beauties, the Rio Grande, her bosques, the Three Sisters Volcanoes and their pink twilight...

I love living in-between pink!