Yellow-oatmeal flowers of the windmill palms like brains lashed to fans- even they think of cool paradise, Not this sterile air-conditioned chill or the Arizona hell in which they sway becomingly. Every time I return to Phoenix I see these palms as a child’s height marks on a kitchen wall, taller now
Under a law signed in 2012 as part of Arizona's centennial year of statehood, Alberto Ríos was appointed the inaugural state poet laureate by Governor Jan Brewer on August 19, 2013. Throughout his two-year year term, Ríos will "champion the art of American poetry, inspire an emerging generation of literary artists and educate Arizonans of all ages about the countless writers who have positively influenced our beautiful state,” said Governor Brewer. He is currently a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.
In December 2016, Rosemarie Dombrowski was named the first poet laureate of Phoenix, Arizona. She will serve a two-year term.
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Dear Saint Patrick, this is Peggy, Or maybe it's Pegeen to you, Well, I'm really Stella Mae. Peggy's my nickname, But anyway, will you please tell me What to do about the rattlesnake That's in my room? I know it's there, But I can't find it anywhere I search. I've ransacked the closet more than once, Because
In Mexico and Latin America, celebrating one's Saint's day instead of one's birthday is common. I was born in Nogales, Arizona, On the border between Mexico and the United States. The places in between places They are like little countries Themselves, with their own holidays Taken a