Merimée Moffitt is the author of the memoir Free Love Free Fall: Scenes from the West Coast 60s, and the poetry collection, Making Little Edens. Merimée is also the co-author of the newly released collection, Berlin Poems and Photographs.
She teaches writing in the community on occasion; her most recent workshop was all about ghazals.
Category Archives: Musings
A recording of our launch at Jules Poetry Playhouse right here in our home town, Albuquerque, in the beautiful forever New Mexico. You can find my Paypal version of buying a signed copy on the last pages of this … Continue reading
my new squash soup recipe I’m grateful I drove to Farmington from Burque on Wednesday for family day at the recovery center; left my house at 4:40 AM enjoyed the cold empty roads, the high mesa hills pink striations … Continue reading
Abercrombie’s (built circa 1860) in Anton Chico, NM by Merimée Moffitt Spring 2011 Wow— an arrow-slotted fortress for Comanche attacks We walk through plumbing parts unearth your father’s and grandfathers’ old porch lantern stacked doors lean, the floor a … Continue reading
Well, it’s Halloween, All Hallow’s Eve, and the trick or treaters have slowed down, a mom or dad with every single kid or group. In the fifties no parent ever went out t or t’ing with their kids. If you … Continue reading
This must have been the winter when it snowed in October and the ground stayed white until May. And I dressed in layers. Under those jeans, some thick long johns, bottom and top, and then the pretty frock, one of … Continue reading
Abstractions of Addiction A is for Addiction B is for Blame C is for Compassion D is Deranged E is for the Elephants, traipsing through the room F is for Falling, failing, falling, flailing, fear of G, for Getting: high, … Continue reading
One half and one whole sonnet. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds Or bends with the remover to remove: Oh no; it is an … Continue reading
photo by Meg Bridge I guess I’ve garnered and spent at least 6 minutes of my Andy Warhol-limit of 15 minutes of fame. The “Finalist” surprise came just before the wedding weekend so I missed it. Days passed before I … Continue reading
(MM and Amos) My dad was visiting us at the dome, our home in Taos in 1980, just before relocating to Alamogordo, NM. His station wagon, my blue Dodge pick-up. What I remember from Dr. Robert Waterman, Ed. D., LCC, … Continue reading