Posts Tagged ‘John Macker’

Monday, May 30th, 2011

the malpais review | vol. 1, no. 4

FEATURED IN THIS ISSUE:
Kell Robertson, Joe Speer, Patricia Clark Smith. Mini-Anthology of Haitian Poets. Jack Hirschman and Boadiba, editors/translators. Mini-Features: Lauren Camp, Catherine Ferguson, Damien Flores, Michael C. Ford, Howard McCord. ALSO IN THIS ISSUE: H. Marie Aragon, Hakim Bellamy, Gary L. Brower, Deborah Coy, John Crawford,  Peggy Dobreer, Doris Fields, Jim Fish, Renny Golden, [...]

Wednesday, July 28th, 2010

john macker | ghost(s) solstice

ghost(s) solstice
Sometimes they’re nothing more than
birds driven to distraction
by the wind,
sometimes they’re the colors of
dawn’s indulgent appetite to
soften everything,
sometimes a pod of killer whale
shaped clouds
swimming across
solstice sky;
you can catch them in winter
on the edge of the Rio Grande
listening to the soul’s
still river.
They haunt the men who would
aspirate war,
sometimes, they hang feelings no
longer of use to [...]

Friday, June 25th, 2010

john macker | venus in the badlands II

he lived ghost he lived phantom
his fast draw vision
his electricity
his weave
his pages in the dark . . .
-Tony Moffeit
Please join us for a night of poems, songs, visions, ravens, gun molls, sorcerers & ’slingers.

Saturday, March 13th, 2010

todd moore & john macker

John Macker and Todd Moore | Mountainair, New Mexico, Summer 2006
…Todd and I met for our last lunch together a couple of months ago in Albuquerque. He brought with him a few books he’d been reading. One was a thick book on the mythology of the contemporary frontier, another a slim volume on Mayakovsky. Another [...]

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

todd moore | las montanas de santa fe: visions of the spirit country

John Macker
lives in a fabled old roadhouse on the Santa Fe Trail. His back yard is a labyrinth of boulders, cactus, sagebrush, blown sticks, scorpions, and rattlesnakes. In fact, there is a story that a monster rattlesnake guards an old conquistador horse path leading from the edge of Macker’s yard right up into [...]