Decolonizing New Mexico

Remembering, Reimagining and Recovering

Poems

I would like to talk to her, share her secrets, ask her of what difficult clays she was born, from what acts of love and violation she comes.

—Eduardo Galeano, Memory of Fire - Genesis

If she sees you watching she will invite you in for coffee, give you warm bread, and you will be obligated to stay and listen. But this is no ordinary story. You will have to endure earthquakes, lightning, the deaths of all those you love, the most blinding beauty. It’s a story so compelling you may never want to leave. . .

—Joy Harjo, “My House is the Red Earth,” Letter From the End of the Twentieth Century

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