Poetry reading, Sunday, January 31 at 5:00pm Teatro Paraguas, 3205 Calle Marie
Tyler Mills is the author of Tongue Lyre, winner of the 2011 Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award (SIU Press 2013). Tongue Lyre was fourth on The Believer’s “Readers Favorite Works of Poetry in 2013” list. Her poems have appeared in numerous publications, including The New Yorker, Poetry, New England Review, Boston Review, and The Believer, and have won magazine awards from Gulf Coast, the Crab Orchard Review, and Third Coast. Her creative nonfiction has appeared in Copper Nickel and was awarded the Editor’s Prize in Prose, and her criticism has appeared in the Robert Frost Review and the Writer’s Chronicle. Her past appearances include the Pitchfork Music Festival, the Southern Festival of Books, and the Stadler Center for Poetry. She is editor-in-chief of The Account: A Journal of Poetry, Prose, and Thought and Assistant Professor of English at New Mexico Highlands University in Las Vegas, New Mexico.
Aaron Rudolph, a New Mexico native, is the author of Sacred Things (Bridge Burners, 2002). He has poems in the anthologies Two Southwests (VAC 2008) and Ain't Nobody That Can Sing Like Me: New Oklahoma Writing (Mongrel Empire Press 2010) and in magazines like Mid-American Review, Flyway, Pidgeonholes, and South Dakota Review. He was a winner in the 2008 AWP Intro Project Awards and edits the micro writing journal, Cuento Magazine. Rudolph is a New Mexico Highlands graduate with grad degrees from Minnesota State University, Mankato and Texas Tech University.
This is about that day
we lived between our best and our worst,
that one several years ago
which nobody will ever ask us about.
We took no photographs to preserve it.
Our video camera lay silent
on a closet shelf. It's possible
we didn't laugh or cry at all that day.
The day burst into existence with thunder
and ended with the birds
discovering the approaching moon.
Give us back that day, let it replay
over and over. Let it overwhelm
our subconscious, watch it sprout
like weeds and wrap around anything that walks
in its path. In a way, the day appeared
flawless, with its subtle stirring toward night.