Tag: new mexico
member name: Birdie Jaworski
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September 28, 2006 11:56 PM EDT --
The Church of Scientology constructed an elaborate underground bunker to store the works of L. Ron Hubbard just twenty miles from my home. They cut it in secret, deep into steep sides of a scrub-tiled . . .
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June 20, 2008 09:59 AM EDT --
One of the artists paints my garage wall.
Two years ago, taggers hit the side of my garage that faces one of my New Mexican town's alleys, hit it with white aerosol spray in the shape . . .
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November 11, 2008 09:46 AM EST --
If you can't pick who you want for President, you can always pick piñon.
An old woman squats close to the ground next to a short, squat pine. She wears a thick cabled sweater to protect . . .
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June 05, 2007 10:07 AM EDT --
Memoir
Memoir is the group for posting pure memoir pieces - memories, reflections, and narratives of your history, or the history of those in your family. Poetry is accepted if it is reflective and narrative . . .
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November 27, 2007 08:24 PM EST --
In the midst of dark, war-torn 1939, artist Marc Chagall feared his days were numbered. The Nazis marched toward Paris, toward the small enclave of artists and intellectuals housing the middle-aged Russian . . .
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November 26, 2007 08:15 AM EST --
A man carrying a hunting rifle squints. He stands on the rim of a bowl-shaped depression, his mustache dripping with sweat. Heat rises from sparse desert scrub, from the splay of dust-splattered pickup . . .
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September 25, 2008 12:33 PM EDT --
Hermit's Peak looks alien, looks sharp against our softly curved sky. The mountain is littered with crevices and caves, its peak rising 3700 feet above Las Vegas. The monolith was once called . . .
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November 26, 2007 09:22 AM EST --
"That seems like a lot of hard work."
A boy in wrinkled school uniform gave Louis Jencka a wary glance. Jencka, an eighth-grader at Rio Gallinas Public Charter School, leaned against a gnarled . . .
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June 08, 2008 09:34 PM EDT --
Three hundred years ago, the storm and thunder of bison swarmed the pinon-laced hills outside of Las Vegas, New Mexico. The land looked different then. Beaver claimed the Rio Gallinas in numbers much larger . . .
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September 05, 2006 01:00 PM EDT --
Around these New Mexican parts, Labor Day means the annual Bean Day Festival in Wagon Mound. Each yearly event features a free bean barbeque and the best rodeo this side of the Pecos! Of course I lassoed . . .
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January 20, 2007 01:15 PM EST --
My Turkish friend, Ulak, drove from San Diego to visit me. He drove with the soft marine winds at his back, drove a day, a night, through the Mojave, past the City of Sin, into the sand art plains of Arizona, . . .
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June 11, 2008 11:10 AM EDT --
The Salvation Army Thrift Store holds secret treasures - cobalt blue depression-era glass, old 45's engraved with Elvis' finest, faded leather couches, and enough chipped knick-knacks to line every . . .
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August 03, 2006 03:12 PM EDT --
"Hello? Is this Birdie? Avon?"
He pronounced my name funny, with the accent on the second syllable. His voice was young, Spanish, nervous, almost furtive.
"Yeah? This is Birdie. May I . . .
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August 04, 2006 02:03 PM EDT --
I parked under a sterile pecan tree,
in the lot of a broken wood gas station
that owned the intersection between Socorro and Carrizozo.
My right hand hurt from shifting
past sun cast spruce deer
lurch . . .
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October 13, 2008 10:41 AM EDT --
The road to San Augustin passes nothing, nothing but a pistol-pitted sign welcoming travelers to county road C-24, nothing but dry wind and green-gold prairie, the asphalt twisting in deference to property . . .
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March 30, 2007 10:18 AM EDT --
Hi everyone!
I just wanted to pass along a few links to some of my off-Gather stuff.
I have a story posted at The Nervous Breakdown about the summer I took Arts and Crafts camp.
If you'd like to . . .
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January 12, 2007 01:37 PM EST --
The morning of my thirteenth birthday I stood in the family bathroom, my panties in my hands. Frost carved symbols across the window. The mirror weeped with condensation. I stared at the coming winter, . . .
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August 17, 2007 11:33 PM EDT --
Vivian Vance and her sister owned the house I call my own. They lived in this simple cracked-stucco box on the edge of the Great Plains, where Mother Earth New Mexico gives birth to a flat-chested Oklahoman . . .
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January 03, 2007 11:09 PM EST --
Both my sons stared at me Saturday morning. I sat on my bed, surrounded by piles of product, padded envelopes, my heart determined to catch up with work. My arms couldn't meet my desire, shook from . . .
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November 12, 2008 08:12 AM EST --
Twelve miles north of a sleepy Northeastern New Mexican town, the invisible ghosts of majestic beasts roam the outskirts of a manmade lake. 100 million years ago, claw-toed and sloe-eye . . .
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