Landscaping with Brick
WritingsNew MexicoVol. 8 Medium + Support
In the early 20th century, bricks were brought over Raton Pass to Raton, New Mexico from the Trinidad Brick Company. We stole this brick for our backyard.
WritingsNew MexicoVol. 8 Medium + Support
In the early 20th century, bricks were brought over Raton Pass to Raton, New Mexico from the Trinidad Brick Company. We stole this brick for our backyard. By Spenser Willden
Writings2023 New Mexico Field Guide
Two poems from Susto, Tommy Archuleta's debut poetry book. By Kathryne Lim
WritingsVol. 7 Finding Water in the West
Laura Neal reflects on her earliest memories of water and the profound presence water has for humanity as a whole. By Laura Neal
WritingsVol. 7 Finding Water in the West
Albuquerque-based writer Nick O'Brien pens a short story on the ebbs and flows of water—and morale—in the Southwest. By Nick O'Brien
WritingsVol. 6 Rooted: Poetics of Place
"Concerning the minor vaquero character..." is a semi-fictional vignette imagining a deeper life for a minor Chicano character in a major motion picture. By P. Antonio Márquez
Steve Jansen rummages through the concept of repetition—from hashtag-self-care rituals to daily pandemic infection counts—in this short-form musing essay. By Steve Jansen
d. ward contemplates the color of an avocado, brought forth by The Modern Lovers, whether it’s the Brogden variety or a greater reflection on the Artworld-Industrial Complex. By d. ward
Briana Olson mourns the theft of a King Tut death mask replica and confronts loss in a personal essay about mesh. By Briana Olson
Julia Brennan is a writer and performer from central New York. Her work has been published in Hotel America, Big Big Wednesday, and Tarpaulin Sky Press, among other publications. Her debut novel, Hunting Season, won the 2019 Tarpaulin Sky Book Award and will be published in 2020. By Julia Brennan
About the pain. I’ll first describe it clinically, as if I were a camera. I began to sweat everywhere after a flash of heat lit my skin (the whole organ). I lost the ability or will to control the movement of my eyes, which rolled around the room. My eyes also streamed tears, though my face lacked the grimaces and spasms which normally accompany them. Finally, I moaned. By Ken Baumann
After planting and harvesting crops for over forty years, you would think a being might finally comprehend the ephemeral nature of all things. Not, alas, this one. At least not within my deep inner recesses, in the private folds of knowing... By Stanley Crawford
John Shepherd’s pack weighed him down, straps cutting into fleece, water bottle digging into his hip. The hike had taken longer than he’d anticipated. The light was fading... By Joaquin Gomez
The leaves in the trees, one night—more leaves than there are stars in the sky, more leaves than there are eyes to look up at the night sky to see them with— By Peter Markus
All this madness has made me terribly sad. I didn't buy the diet pills because they were too expensive. Or perhaps, that's life. The world tells you for so long... By Shayla Lawz
Nathaniel Tarn (b. 1928, Paris) is an American poet, essayist, anthropologist, and translator. He emigrated to the United States in 1970 and taught at several American universities, primarily Rutgers, where he was a professor from 1972 until 1985. He has lived outside of Santa Fe, New Mexico since his retirement from Rutgers... By Nathaniel Tarn
After you've Googled the Sun Tunnels and copied the coordinates from The Center for Land Use Interpretation website into your phone, and driven two hours around the Salt Lake from the Spiral Jetty, accidentally by way of Snowville, Idaho, where no one wants to make you a milkshake, you will find yourself dangerously close to Nevada... By Jenn Shapland
Kate Ingold is a visual artist and poet working in a variety of media. In her work, she examines issues of disturbance, reparation, and collapse, and the nostalgia and regret that can accompany loss.... By Kate Ingold
“C C’s house!” they’d chime at any abandoned alpine shack or desert ruin, / Though 50 years passed before she drove the 3 mph road off Hwy 14 between Cerrillos and Madrid By Cynthia Broshi
Copyright © 2023 Southwest Contemporary
Site by Think All Day
369 Montezuma Ave, #258
Santa Fe, NM, 87501
info@southwestcontemporary.com
505-424-7641