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: Poems
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
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
for my friend Gregg (in plaid) a draft by Merimee from notes by Gregg Read it with a Dylan/Cash-kind of rhythm (gui’ tar) stress on first syllable ps Gregg, I know nothing of song writing. This is a poem; then again, Dylan … Continue reading
by Merimee Moffitt That bright day toronjas not lemonade fifty cents each, large and lumpy picked from a Grandpa’s yard in Arizona bursting with sweetness out of this world. Remember the Hood River peaches hanging over the fence? We rollicked … Continue reading
I try to put a lid on happiness. Someone said Don’t bank on this period of sobriety. Yesterday, you put a good tire on your daughter’s car for her to get to work three hours away. You notice three missing … Continue reading
No job, no pay, no way In spite of he can’t read in spite of Roe v Wade in spite and spit on his feet, in spite of feel retreat or kill in spite of Gloria’s smile gone south in … Continue reading
I saw a tiny woman on page one of the Times. A turquoise scarf holds her flowing hair off the sticky resin she gathers. Where are her sons? For the magenta-poppies sunset in Mayanmar, a sole reporter treks to see … Continue reading
I resorted to hippie-ism and all that morning I baked bread. The dough puffed up like a big pliant sponge, alive and rising in the warm kitchen sun. I let my hands guide me through shaping loaves then rolling … Continue reading