so for the first time since moving to Phoenix, I started to seriously write a poem. It started out as an address to Sandra Cisneros and her
latest #9
preface to her poetry book "My Wicked Wicked Ways." Here is what I have so far.
I, too, have sinned. I, too, have "took up with poetry and left." I packed up the New Mexican girl-child and drove her
four hundred and nineteen miles to the Sonoran Desert to be crucified under the flaming, dying, Phoenix sun.
For five months she hung on the crossroads of her life.
That's all I have for now. I need to do some more research but when I finish I'll put an updated version up.
I promise more will come, the weekends are really busy though.
understands that poetry can't be rushed.
back to top