The Yawp Barbaric

If you have ever watched Sherwin Bitsui recite his poems, you get the feeling he is bringing the news from some other realm—he leans hard into the microphone; his voice is forceful, commanding; his eyes move under their lids like those of someone...

It's July in Santa Fe, which means the skies darken most every afternoon and somebody somewhere gets rained on. And sometimes, during the July monsoons, the Institute of American Indian Arts' campus starts to look like Provence.

"Fin de la Fiesta" is a poem that seeks the authentic in an event, the Fiesta de Santa Fe, that sometimes struggles with authenticity, an event with its roots in conquest and branches in commerce.

The title of New Mexico State University poet Richard Greenfield's most recent book, Tracer, is complicated.

When Lou Reed died I revisited Carol Moldaw's poem 'Lou Reed in Istanbul', which lets us glimpse the spirit of Lou Reed's music at work in the world.

David Mutschlecner, author most recently of Enigma and Light, lives in Los Alamos. He is a devoted reader of poetry and philosophy and a careful viewer of art.

If your first circle is anything like mine, it overlaps with Pound's circle to create a small crescent. My knowledge of English is in that crescent, my remedial grasp of history, a dash of Dante, a high school encounter with Homer, brief excursions into

Last Thursday, I listened to four wildly diverse poets read their work aloud. A wonderful opportunity for some of us, was a minor plague, I'm sure, for others. I kept thinking, poor fiction writers and nonfiction writers; poor screenwriters; poor food p

One of the qualities I admire in Santa Fe poet Dana Levin's work is her willingness to address difficult issues head on. In "Moo and Thrall," the speaker of the poem goes looking for coffee and walks straight into a graphic anti-abortion demonstrati

MALINCHÉThe native is shorn of the coarse,then cloaked in a brocade ellipsis. She figuresthis a better vocationthan the other thing, the desert chingadera.They tell her, you're no good for,The Yawp Barbaric