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Amaris Ketcham

I am an honorary Kentucky Colonel and regular contributor to the arts and literature blog, Bark. I teach writing and publishing in the University of New Mexico’s Honors College. I received my MFA in Creative Writing from the Inland Northwest Center for Creative Writers at Eastern Washington University. In my free time, I am often occupied with open space, white space, CMYK and RGB, flash fiction/essays, long trails, f-stops, line breaks, and/or several Adobe programs running simultaneously.

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Lines from Eleven Introductions to New Mexico

07. March 2014

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By Amaris Ketcham

New Mexico holds a unique tricultural position in the history of the United States.

Although a modern reader might surmise that “New Mexico” is derived directly from the place name “Mexico,” as we now identify that modern country, it has instead a somewhat more complicated history.

Trinity stands for the Christian culture of the Spanish and later the Anglo Americans as well as for the Trinity site in White Sands, where the world’s first atomic bomb was detonated on July 16, 1945...

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Rebranding Enchantment

23. January 2014

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By Amaris Ketcham

Some months ago, I was lucky enough to attend a reading by Scott Momaday. He spoke like a man in the middle of a great love affair with the New Mexican landscape. The land was tied to his life; together their narrative extended thousands of years into the past. After the reading, I longed for a walk in the mortally beautiful mountains.

I live in the Scott Momaday New Mexico. The Rudolfo Anaya New Mexico. The Georgia O’Keeffe New Mexico. The Fred Harvey Company New Mexico. I do not live in newly rebranded “New Mexico True” setting that our tourism department has begun selling...

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Weekly Poem: We Considered Ourselves

14. December 2013

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By Amaris Ketcham

 

 

 

The towers on Sandia Crest transmit
through sunset    in some other home, Smokey
Bear is dead like a pop song
on a distant radio      I keep
toying with the dials   flipping the brights in a code
here no one remembers     the first fire,
distant suns or one close star...

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