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“These poems transport me. . . .With them Armitage has earned an even more prominent place in Texas literature.” –WF Strong, Stories from Texas:  Some of Them Are True

“Armitage knows the landscape as intimately as the face of a beloved ancestor. .. .These poems will stay with the reader, evocative of the uncluttered country where the human heart’s tangled wilderness can find space, distance, peace.”–Kathryn Jones, author of An Orchid’s Guide to Life


    

Shelley’s Blog

29 Nov

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It was a busy week, with a lead-up to that day we are all assumed to overeat.  There were the plans to go to David and Zita's--friends who invite folks away from family to share with their table (and what a beautiful one it always is); the trip to Tempe to see my 86 year old cousin would follow.  We planned to overnight in Tucson, squeezing in a little vacation time too. But before that, the Tuesday evening before to be exact, I'd been invited to speak about my...

21 Nov

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  It was not exactly a wild goose chase, but close.  I drove up to Albuquerque to the New Mexico/Arizona Book Awards but visited a dear friend first thinking I had timed it out to arrive at the book awards just in time for a glass of wine before dinner.  Silly goose! It was the Albuquerque of old, shining in the late afternoon light, stillness of autumn buried in the roar of 5:00 traffic.  When I attended grad school here in the late 1970s, a visitor from New York said,...

10 Nov

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Most days here in Las Cruces, I take walks out along the farm road that circles behind the small cul-de-sac where I live. For about two months now a Prairie Falcon has eyed my walk from his perch on the traversing telephone pole. I've come to watch for him.  A camouflaging speckled breast, brown back, and eye streaks--like those intimidating black swipes football players wear under their eyes, only vertical--make it hard to see him.  And he's smart, hiding in the shadow of the telephone pole crossbar--still, waiting. Am I...