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
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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We stand on the edge, the fall into depth, the ascent of light revelatory, the canyon walls moving up out of shadow, lit colours of the layers cutting down through darkness, sunrise as it passes a precipitate of the river, its burnt tangerine flare brief, jagged bleeding above the far rim for a split
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