Soft Pueblo
Sol Luckman Having lived my life In hard pueblos Or in no pueblo at all I long for a soft
Resources for Lucidity
Sol Luckman Having lived my life In hard pueblos Or in no pueblo at all I long for a soft
Sol Luckman Terra cotta hills Pinstriped with alabaster Under turquoise skies So much mineral beauty Upwells in this timeless place
Sol Luckman That winter in the high desert, as snow blanketed the Sangre de Cristo Mountains and I spent more
Sol Luckman No sooner had I left graduate school at the end of May, 1998, than I was on my
Sol Luckman In the lonely and starkly beautiful high desert of northern New Mexico, my apprenticeship in the ways of
Sol Luckman I have seen two Crows Locked and spinning A tempest in a tempest Across the windswept sage Up