I arrived in New Mexico from Portland, Oregon, May 1, 1970. First contact with the ground was a grocery store parking lot where we all were making bologna and green chile sandwiches. Nothing ever tasted so good, white Wonder bread and all. My bare leg and foot sunned while the other remained in the car. I was following directions to stay with the stuff. My car mates also were escapees from the Pacific NW: two Viet Nam vets, a girlfriend of theirs, their pot dealer, me, and two dogs. I was looking for my friends who had settled in El Rito the previous year. That was forty-three years ago now, more than half a life-time. I never could return and stay in the rainy North lands. New Mexico enchanted me from minute one. I’ve raised a large family, taught thousands of students, and written pretty steadily since 1964. First in years of journals sadly long gone, and now in poems and stories. The wonderful writers community in Albuquerque holds me here as much as my family and grand-kids do. My first book of poems is about to be released on amazon, Making Little Edens. My collection of memoir stories, almost fifteen years sitting without publication, has been promised its release, soon!
- Steve Mork, vocals, jug, bass, in the PH PHactor Jug Band. Photo taken by Herb Greene at the wall in Herb’s studio. This photo is part of the band’s archive.
- For Lois Who Read Me The Li-Young Lee Poem
- Barefoot John Hendricks in Bearskin Coat
- Ben Klein’s book creates a link between the then and the now.
- Zero Degrees of Certainty
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