Song of Sevilleta Winterfat spritely white its hairy leaves and branches stand short but stately amidst this once alluvial plain and offers—like a sacrifice— its dainty fruit to pronghorns and horses. Where once it furnished aroma for sweat lodges now this Goosefoot family member cradles within its horny-tipped flowers seeds for next winter's forage these seeds survivors in hibernal cold the few male flowers in small white clusters sing love to the many females along the same branch the wind whispering Listen there soft strains purl on air
Driving to Deming The gossamer rhythms of piano jazz ripple through the car and out over the landscape of boulders and bulging mountains where above the horizon three tent shaped peaks appear. From here they look like this. From there they look like that. Which should I believe under a cerulean sky sprinkled with delicate fleece? I thought of asking you but our resolve would not survive such a question. The jazz voice murmurs, a hint of blues. You increase the volume. I reach out to touch you. You reach for the clouds layer them over us like adamants. The ballast. The vacancy of brilliance.
Too early yet for cherry blossoms those thirteen varieties like thirteen colonies perfuming the Capitol every spring the lush array— white light pink yellow dark pink even green that dreaded color of paradise But we imagine the fragrances to come and how like the colors they reflect what some would wall over It all may wither before its time in the blast of retrograde air emanating from a soiled white edifice A new awareness we steal from fast growing rubble where cherry blossoms ebb And like the blossoms we are a sea of shapes: triangular columnar v-shape flat-topped weeping It's hard to imagine but we can dream: he raises both hands palms out as though patting the air his words heated As though becalming us As though he is not fomenting conflict As though he speaks with honey not vinegar The moon glows and, perhaps, the sun will rise Pink and white and green blossoming
Gayle Lauradunn’s debut collection Reaching for Air was a finalist for the First Best Book of Poetry Award by the Texas Institute of Letters. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals including Zone 3, Adobe Walls, Connecticut River Review, Mas Tequila Review, Tsunami, San Pedro River Review, Sin Fronteras/Writers Without Borders, and anthologies including Mother Earth (Sierra Books), Veils, Halos and Shackles: International Poetry on the Oppression and Empowerment of Women, Bearing the Mask: Southwestern Persona Poems, Mycoepithalamia: Mushroom Wedding Poems, and others. Three of her poems are included in the exhibit “Dirt” at the University of Puget Sound and at Evergreen State College. She served as the co-organizer of the first National Women’s Multi-Cultural Poetry Festival held in 1974 at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst. As a member of an editorial collective, she produced Chomo-Uri, a women’s literary and arts journal. She served on the committee that selected Albuquerque’s first two poet laureates. From 2014-2016 she served as Chair of the Albuquerque Chapter of the NMSPS.