Jane Lipman and Jeff Hood


Jane Lipman and Jeff Hood Read Poetry at Teatro Paraguas

WHAT:  Poetry Reading with Jane Lipman and Jeff Hood

WHEN: Sunday November 15 at 3:00 p.m.

WHERE:  Live on ZOOM

TICKETS:  free  

Link to Register 

Teatro Paraguas is pleased to host a poetry reading with noted Santa Fe poets Jane Lipman and Jeff Hood on Sunday, November 15 at 3:00 p.m.  The reading will be live on ZOOM

Jane Lipman’s first full-length poetry collection, On the Back Porch of the Moon, Black Swan Editions, 2012, won the 2013 New Mexico/Arizona Book Award and a 2013 NM Press Women’s Award. Her chapbooks, The Rapture of Tulips and White Crow’s Secret Life, Pudding House Publications, 2009, were finalists for NM Book Awards in Poetry in 2009 and 2010, respectively. Her poem “Unsung” won Second Prize in a national poetry contest, Honoring Cole Porter, 2015. She was First Runner Up in the Lummox Poetry Contest, 2016.

During the ‘80s she founded and directed Taos Institute, which sponsored performances and workshops by Robert Bly, Joseph Campbell, Gioia Timpanelli, Paul Winter, and others.

She gave Comedy Therapy and Enneagram workshops in NM for many years––also in Lithuania, the Czech Republic, Poland, and Russia.

Until Covid sequestering, she gave Mystical Poetry and Writing workshops three times a year in Santa Fe. She has lived in northern New Mexico since 1970.

Jeff Hood is a poet, gardener and adventurer in wild places. He has had more careers than is healthy, but most of them have been great fun, and or great learning. He has recently bought a little apple orchard in Velarde and is looking forward to life in a small community on the Rio. His go-to question, when faced with tough decisions comes from Sai Baba: “Before you talk, think: Is it necessary? Is it true? Is it kind? Will it hurt anyone? Will it improve upon the silence?

Mary Writes Like the Wind
                         for Mary McGinnis

Mary writes like wind off the great Salt Lake
practicing scales of random words.

Is it wrong then
to fill the crowns of hidden trees
with erotic fragments from her stylus 
in front of other people?

Jane Lipman


Life At Four Miles An Hour

 I can walk four miles an hour

which is slower than my bicycle,

and notice the sunflowers blooming

with bees busy pollinating. 

I can carry on a conversation

at four miles an hour,

and have time to go back to

a point brought up yesterday. 

I can listen to you with no

fear for my own gain.

 I can sort through my projections of you

to find who you are

at four miles an hour. 

We travel four miles an hour

on the river,

and day after day we collect

the landscape

into ourselves

so that it supports us, 

like the dried rose on my dashboard

reminding me of your love. 

Faster is not better,

for I get ahead of my soul

and then who will notice

the sunflowers,

or take time to float the rivers, 

or stop by the side of the road

to write this poem

and weep.

Jeff Hood