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    September in Corrales
    September in Corrales
    September in Corrales
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    September in Corrales

    By Paula Hendricks

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    From photographs of irrigation ditch gates, crosses standing in the desert landscape and chile ristras hanging from the eaves of a porch to poems about living in an old agrarian village, Paula Hendricks has captured the mood and the essence of New Mexico and the transition one writer makes from New York City to the high desert.

    New Mexico has been a destination for artists for a very long time and whether it is the quality of the light, the sere quiet, the mix of cultures, the sense of otherness and being on the edge is completely subjective. Place is important to Paula and with her discerning eye she shares the mystery she sees in the everyday.

    Paula’s work burrows deep into the heart. Her appreciation of light and shadow, old ways and new, ancient irrigation systems and internet cafes, and the stark beauty of New Mexico will not be forgotten.

    The poems, essays, short stories, fast fiction, and photographs in this collection are from her years in Santa Fe and Corrales, New Mexico, where she lived for more than 10 years. In 1999 she returned to northern California where she grew up and now lives in San Francisco.

    “The longing seen and felt in the light and shadow of New Mexico, the fragile gasps of hope and the flight of mood from colorful skies within, make September in Corrales a must read. Simple, profound, refreshing... a book that avoids the fakery of the grandstanding emotions polluting literature today.”
    — Alan Black, author of Kick the Balls and editor of Public House, The Anthology

    “The writing is fresh, immediate, bold, lyrical – naked, which by its nakedness pulls the reader in close. The nakedness also creates a real voice in the writing, which becomes a strong presence. I found it interesting and engaging to be swept up in this voice, which is an entity all unto itself.”
    — Joanne Hoover, author of Not in Utter Nakedness and Einstein in New Mexico

    “I loved this book. I have been to Corrales and the mind and moods of Paula Hendricks’ writing is like a trip there. With someone who calls your attention to what you really should notice.”
    — David Leddick, author of Love in the Loire and How to be Gay in the 21st Century

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaula Hendricks
    Release dateApr 6, 2011
    ISBN9780977780549
    September in Corrales
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    Paula Hendricks

    Paula Hendricks was born and raised in northern California. After making a life in New York City, she moved to New Mexico, where she lived for more than 10 years. In 1999 she retuned to California an now lives in San Francisco. She has had two books published as well as numerous articles and photo essays. She has worked in advertising, run a warehouse, built online businesses, and founded an artist-owned gallery. She now manages a residential apartment building in the Tenderloin Heights in San Francisco while writing and designing books. "My art reveals to me the world I see internally, often unconsciously. I am interested in desire and longing; what has been lost, left behind; what is just out of reach, out of frame, nearby; what is right in front of my face, but not seen clearly until I create the artistic image. I love discovering the mystery in the everyday. "My time spent in cities by water, the high desert, and mythic sacred space inform my work. I am interested in energy and spirit. "These pieces were written during my years in Santa Fe and Corrales, New Mexico. Now that' I'm gone from the high desert 5 years now, I can let them go."

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      September in Corrales - Paula Hendricks

      September in Corrales

      Paula Hendricks

      A collection of poems,

      short fiction, essays,

      and photographs

      Cinnabar Bridge Publishing

      San Francisco

      ~ ~ ~

      September in Corrales

      Paula Hendricks

      Cinnabar Bridge Publishing

      San Francisco, California

      www.cinnabarbooks.com

      www.cinnabarbridge.com

      www.paulahendricks.com

      Copyright © 2004 Paula Hendricks. All rights reserved.

      Smashwords Edition 2011

      ISBN: 978-0-9777805-4-9

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with anothe person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, the please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      First print edition published 2004

      Too Much on My Plate originally published in Albuquerque Woman magazine, Duval Publishing, Inc.

      The Loneliest Road in America originally written for Dorothy (Kramer) Gardner for her 90th birthday.

      All photographs except author photo by Paula Hendricks

      Author Photo: Bill Hawk

      ~ ~ ~

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      Thank you all, every one, whether I’ve named you here or not. In particular, I want to thank my artist friends Joanne Hoover, Diana Stetson, David Leddick, Hershel Weiss, and Bob Shaw – without your friendship, your acceptance, your challenges, and your kind words, I could not have put my art out there. To be part of an artistic community is as important to me as air. My New Mexico art community also includes some groups still active and thriving, including the Corrales Bosque Gallery; and some that were fabulous and are alive now only in memory, including Writers Alive! and the Santa Fe Writers Group.

      Without the personal compassion and encouragement of Lavinia Gilbert, Muriel Lass, Dorothy (Kramer) Gardner, Georgia Boyer, and Mio Fredland, I would not have moved to New Mexico nor found ways to think of my snapshots and my scribbling as art. Thank you for believing in me.

      A special note of appreciation to Forge Toro who kept pushing me to publish this book and who designed the original print book.

      ~ ~ ~

      CONTENTS

      Poems, Short Fiction, Essays

      9 Years /

      Cowboy Dreams /

      Bird /

      Too Much on My Plate /

      The Center of My Life /

      At the Edge of the Circle /

      On Becoming a Crone /

      Adrift /

      The Delta /

      Digging Deeper /

      An Artist’s Dilemma /

      Hestia - Two /

      Hollyhocks /

      Iris /

      Letting it Happen /

      The Ditch /

      The Library Table /

      Brian’s Arm /

      Making my Own Luck /

      Safe Spaces /

      Listening for the Music /

      Maevis /

      Lines without Edges /

      Acceptance /

      The Old Brown Sweater /

      The Singer /

      Desert Rose /

      September in Corrales /

      Taos Mesa /

      A Fish in the Window /

      Silent Voices /

      Craig /

      The Hot Metal Chair /

      The Edge of the Woods /

      Bars & Cafés /

      Fingertips of My Lover /

      Eyes Open /

      The Loneliest Road in America /

      Talking to Myself /

      Tiger Lily /

      Hands /

      Wild Onion /

      Other Books by Author /

      About the Author /

      Photographs /

      Ditch Gate /

      Shadows in My House /

      East Gate /

      Studio Bell /

      The Gray Robe /

      A Cross in New Mexico /

      The Portal /

      Dusk Along the Acequia /

      ~ ~ ~

      9 YEARS

      I am nine years in the desert

      a land of sere quiet

      I live in an ancient village on the

      banks of the Rio Grande. My home

      is dark and quiet. I have a walled garden

      I sit under the old cottonwood

      My father’s wind chime

      noisy in the morning air

      The road runner

      prances on the railroad

      tie

      And lifts himself into the

      air

      I step out of the garden gate

      turning to ensure it latches

      behind me

      Taking a deep breath

      I move off down the road

      I can no longer live in my walled

      garden

      I grow fat on my own

      internal gaze

      I need hidden resources

      recesses

      I need some secrets

      and mystery

      even from myself

      My love waits inside

      I wear my grandmother’s gold bracelet

      ~ ~ ~

      COWBOY DREAMS

      He was leaning against a white Chevy pickup, dusty from the desert, and his head was turned away from me, looking toward the Sangres, which still had snow. They were teal blue in this light and I knew they’d turn red later, near sunset. Sangre de Cristos. Blood of Christ. His left leg was casually crossed over his right, and I could see his boots, black with silver tips. Worn. In good repair. He was wearing a red bandana, like the one I wear around my hair when I am cleaning. It wasn’t new. It looked soft, faded. A black hat shaded his face. The lines near his mouth were deepened by the shadows and his skin was lightly scarred. I see him blink.

      Hi ya cowboy. I say.

      He turns his head slowly and takes me in. Well. He says. Hi, yourself. Stranger.

      Rustled any cattle lately?

      I see the lines near his eyes deepen....No more’n usual, he says. Stayin’ long this time?

      Uh, huh... Maybe forever. say I.

      He looks at me, still and quiet, knowing this will definitely complicate his life.

      "Wanted you to

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