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Puerto del Sol

Weirding it up since 1964.

Puerto del Sol is funded by New Mexico State University and the Mercedes Delos Jacobs Fund, and designed and operated by the students of the MFA in Creative Writing program.

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March 27, 2020

Grading Rubric

Trauma is weighted as follows:

Formal Essays (55-65%)

             Write “Children of Immigrants” – 10% (doubled if undocumented)

             Write “first generation” – 15%

...

Mirage drinking 

It is true there is only 

so much water you can

drink—but you can 

drink fantasy liquid

forever.

There is more than one way

to drink in a chimera

with her red-desert hair 

thrown to the wind, 

her body piled 

onto mesas of sand. 

Your body is no...

February 28, 2020

Essay: On Delacroix’s The Shipwreck of Don Juan

Delacroix, now that’s one bleak take on things. My dark perspective

            Has been criticized again and again; or, never mind me

Think of a writer like Charles D’Ambrosio in ...

February 14, 2020

Resolve 

                          January - April, 2012: eleven Delaware teens take their own lives,

                                                                                       ano...

January 31, 2020

Kevin West is currently pursuing a Ph.D. at the University of North Texas. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Ploughshares, Pleiades, The Journal, The Boiler, The Meadow, and elsewhere. 

January 17, 2020

The Moose and All

The table edge is all that keeps my elbow's heat.

             Last winter a moose wandered from the mountain in 

                        to eat the neighbor's trees. Walking home: hoofprints. Snow...

January 3, 2020

Hiruzen

& the horse-archers watched as I tried to tame the wild.

calculations of sleepless steps bent on becoming imprint:

because to speak my verse is to decipher my movements,

and if the stray arrow orients itself to my binding of skin,

let the wound te...

December 20, 2019

Magnified moments in the Prison art room

make sense, they build a culture; free. Bars become

a texture of rust sung decay outside the windows.

Staplers aren't weapons, they simply bond paper.

A guy asks about the value scale; he straddles a fence.

I talk...

December 6, 2019

Love Quarrel with Ixodes 

I leaned into you. 

My hands, my many bodies of desire 

brushing tips of natal grass. 

You pooled into me, devoured 

nouns, verbs, shoes, lucidity,

the names of flowers, flowers

becoming things. Of all the things 

you tried to teach...

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