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<title><![CDATA[Next Reading: The Performance Space, May 19th 2013]]></title>
<link>http://200newmexicopoems.wordpress.com/2013/04/22/next-reading-the-performance-space-may-19th-2013/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 15:24:09 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[200 New Mexico Poems Poetry Reading May 19th, 2013, 2:00 to 4:00 PM The Performance Space 7 Caliente]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:left;" align="center"><b style="font-size:13px;line-height:19px;"><i><a href="http://200newmexicopoems.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/postcard.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2030" alt="Postcard" src="http://200newmexicopoems.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/postcard.jpg?w=300&#038;h=217" width="300" height="217" /></a>200 New Mexico Poems<br />
</i></b><b style="font-size:13px;line-height:19px;">Poetry Reading<br />
</b><b>May 19th, 2013, 2:00 to 4:00 PM<br />
</b><b>The Performance Space<br />
</b>7 Caliente Rd.<br />
Eldorada at Santa Fe, NM (Ten Miles Southeast of Santa Fe)<br />
<b>2:00 to 4:00 PM</b></p>
<p style="text-align:left;" align="center"><i style="font-size:13px;line-height:19px;">200 New Mexico Poems: 100 Poems Celebrating the Past, 100 More for the Future</i><span style="font-size:13px;line-height:19px;">, is a dynamic celebration of New Mexico’s centennial through poetry. Its mission is to promote a broader understanding of the state’s unusual beauty and delicate ecology as well as foster a greater awareness of its distinct blend of cultural influences. Above all, the project shows that New Mexico’s enchantment is derived from its people, its stories and literature, and the aesthetics of its environment.</span></p>
<p>Since its inception, <i>200 New Mexico Poems</i> has received positive reception and encouragement from people all over the United States. The quantity, quality, and uniqueness of submissions represented are outstanding and represent a wide and varied perspective of the state, which is not limited to residents of the region. New Mexico is often little understood by those who have never visited it and is likewise loved by many who have ventured even briefly across its borders. This collection provides the country, even the world, with a stunning multifaceted and layered interpretation of the state of New Mexico.</p>
<p>Featured readers include these contributing poets: <b>Mary Dudley, Gayle Lauradunn, </b><b style="font-size:13px;line-height:19px;">Jamie Figueroa, Pamela Yenser, Kelly Yenser, John Macker, Katherine DeBlassie, Janet Eigner, Kimberly Mathes, Kayce Verde, Susan Gardner, H. Marie Aragón, Katherine Seluja, Roy Beckemeyer, Michelle Holland, Georgia Santa Maria, Joanne Bodin, Karin Bradbery, Linda Monacelli-Johnson and more!</b></p>
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<title><![CDATA[#189 An Empty Glass by Janet Eigner]]></title>
<link>http://200newmexicopoems.wordpress.com/2012/12/06/189-an-empty-glass-by-janet-eigner/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2012 14:55:28 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Blood-orange house finch, all the bright autumn morning hasn’t darted and flown from under the feede]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Blood-orange house finch, all the bright autumn morning<br />
hasn’t darted and flown from under the feeders<br />
like the junkos, the ladder backs and white crowns.<br />
He rests, nibbles a bit of the fallen sunflower, the thistle seed.<br />
Hunches in swift instinct when the jay’s shadow passes overhead<br />
when a canyon towhee bullies, running at him, pecking at power.<br />
Resting, maybe for transmigration, its last earthly hours.<br />
Rocks on its cradling wings, barely at balance<br />
no longer attempting flight.</p>
<p>A defeated soldier, any war, returns not as himself<br />
lurches from sleep, nightmares swooping in and out<br />
like vultures, sniffing and tugging at the ravaged<br />
shattered soul that sags under the death of others — comrades<br />
those he’s been taught to kill in order to protect.<br />
All instinct for life or thought sucked away by this top-brass irony<br />
human compassion blown away with these cynical lessons.<br />
He clenches to stay afloat like a half-starved polar bear<br />
on his calved and melting ice-flow.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[#99 Before the Prescribed Blunder by Janet Eigner]]></title>
<link>http://200newmexicopoems.wordpress.com/2012/06/18/0625-before-the-prescribed-blunder-by-janet-eigner/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 14:47:46 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[A tease of miracles, the raven rose just over my head clasping a giant red jelly bean as it sailed a]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A tease of miracles, the raven rose just over my head<br />
clasping a giant red jelly bean as it sailed above</p>
<p>the pine tree. I hiked the Santa Fe Southern rail<br />
where it showed cleanly as any saint</p>
<p>its attribute, a vulture’s engorged beak.<br />
Pinon-perched or swooping the currents</p>
<p>she’d likely tracked the bonbon<br />
among this Eldorado Easter morning’s</p>
<p>hard-boiled chits of rebirth<br />
blown-clean and faux.</p>
<p>Rising out from the sand, her wings sang wind<br />
beak clasped around the burning egg.</p>
<p>The raven carried fire’s shine<br />
its infinitely mirrored tunneling</p>
<p>a meaning I couldn’t ken<br />
an unfolding</p>
<p>soon to be unleashed on Los Alamos<br />
after the Lab’s prescribed burn.</p>
<p>&#8212;</p>
<p>Eigner’s  <em>Cornstalk Mother</em>, Pudding House, precedes the forthcoming, <em>What Lasts is the Breath</em>, Black Swan Editions. Also: <em>Adobe Walls,Blue Mesa Review, Earthships, Echoes,Hawaii Review, Manzanita, Mudfish, Natural Bridge, NM Poetry Review,  Poets Against the War, Sagarin Review,  Daily Bleed, Poetry Foundation, SFLiterary Review</em>, <a href="http://www.eignerdanceswithwords.com">www.eignerdanceswithwords.com</a> (poetry &#38; dance).</p>
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<title><![CDATA[erosion :: janet eigner]]></title>
<link>http://poetrying.wordpress.com/2012/04/24/erosion-janet-eigner/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 15:04:23 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[When you wipe off the kitchen table, careful not to let the crumbs fall to the floor, and sweep the]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When you wipe off the kitchen table, careful not to let the crumbs<br />
fall to the floor, and sweep the detritus smoothly into the pan,<br />
when you pour the dustballs with yesterday’s broccoli and rice<br />
into the brown paper bag, where do you think it goes?<br />
My husband knows, brushing crusts to the floor,<br />
scattering dirt as if the broom were his windmill.<br />
Silt sticks to the outermost moldings, but the remainder<br />
he gathers up to feed his dazzling garden.<br />
He plays erosion as the game he knows it is,<br />
brushing against the dangerous strengths which plane us back,<br />
like the Colorado River, chocolate orange, so full of itself<br />
as it wears through the brilliant canyon rock<br />
sweeping away the ground we would stand eternally upon.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[american life in poetry: isaac’s blessing]]></title>
<link>http://thislifedesigned.org/2012/04/23/american-life-in-poetry-isaacs-blessing/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 16:51:50 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[by Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006 Here’s a fine poem about family love and care by Janet]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>by Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006</em></p>
<p>Here’s a fine poem about family love and care by Janet Eigner, who lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico. You can feel that blessing touch the crown of your head, can’t you? </p>
<p><strong>Isaac’s Blessing </strong></p>
<p>When Isaac, a small, freckled boy<br />
approaching seven, visits us for Family Camp,<br />
playing pirate with his rubber sword,</p>
<p>sometimes he slumps in grief,<br />
trudging along, his sacrifice and small violin<br />
in hand, his palm over his chest,</p>
<p>saying, Mother is here<br />
in my heart. Before he leaves for home,<br />
we ask if he’d like a Jewish blessing.</p>
<p>Our grandson’s handsome face ignites;<br />
he chirps a rousing, yes, for a long life.<br />
We unfold the prayer shawl,</p>
<p>its Hebrew letters silvering the spring light,<br />
hold the white tallis above his head,<br />
recite the blessing in its ancient language</p>
<p>and then the English, adding, for a long life.<br />
Isaac complains, the tallis didn’t<br />
touch his head, so he didn’t feel the blessing.</p>
<p>We lower its silken ceiling<br />
to graze his dark hair,<br />
repeat the prayer.</p>
<p>&#160;<br />
<strong>Notes</strong></p>
<p>American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2009 by Janet Eigner, whose most recent book of poetry is What Lasts is the Breath, Black Swan Editions, 2012. Reprinted from Cornstalk Mother, Pudding House Publications, 2009, by permission of Janet Eigner and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2012 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction&#8217;s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.</p>
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