This could be your view if you buy our home btwn Marfa & Fort Davis, TX. Call Pat (432) 729-3962 photo ©John M. Jennings
Tag: Mano Prieto
Marfa Cool Meets Big Skies of Fort Davis
Our home is for sale. Check it out here.
Nestled against Mano Prieto Mountain with 360 views.
Large open kitchen/dining/ living with fireplace. Perfect for parties or poetry readings!
And—look at this! Your very own red studio with bath to write, paint or ….
Close to The Chinati Foundation, Davis Mountains State Park, McDonald Observatory, CDRI and Big Bend National Park. Enjoy world-class cultural events with Marfa Live Arts, Marfa Book Co.and Ballroom Marfa.
Enjoy morning coffee at Do Your Thing—(I love this place!) after yoga at The Well and return to your own studio to write while you listen to community supported Marfa Public Radio—radio for a wide range.
At night, you can head up to the McDonald Observatory for a Star Party or host a private star party outside on your own 10 beautiful acres of grasslands looking out toward the domes of the observatory.
Call Pat at Marfa Realty (432) 729-3962 for more information or for a showing.
Poetry at the Post: The Last Days of Summer and Peaches!
BY LI-YOUNG LEE
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
Li-Young Lee’s poem is a luscious poem. It moves from the “bite into/ the round jubilance of peach” to joy and death then circles back to the beginning, or the blossoms of the peach. Check it out here.
Here’s another “peach” poem:
BY DEAN YOUNG
I’m thinking it’s time to go back
to the peach farm or rather
the peach farm seems to be wanting me back
Actually, I could go on and on with “peach” poems and “peach” art. The peach seems to be inspirational. But, instead, I’ll end with this photo of a peach-bourbon (yep, some bourbon for a bit of a kick!) pie baked yesterday by Baker John at the Casa 300 Bakery & Literary Salon in Mano Prieto, a few miles north of Marfa, TX.
Poetry at the Post: When A Storm Blows In, Eat Carrots!
BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
… It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Saturday in Mano Prieto north of Marfa, TX~
After high winds that were making me nettled and grumpy, a black storm pummeled rain on the south side of my studio. The weather shifted to cool, actually bristly so—yes, bristly, the hairs were sticking up from my skin.
I threw on a flannel shirt and starting chopping carrots. I craved soup!
I pulled out one of my “heritage recipes”—a recipe ripped from a magazine or newspaper years ago for a creamy but not too spicy Carrot and Jalapeño soup. Here’s the recipe by Marilyn Harris online. It’s delicious!
Poetry at the Post: Aubade for the Monday Morning After Easter
BY EMMY PÉREZ
Yellow pines No ever no green except
where stems brown needles green I walk
It’s Day 6 of NAPOWRIMO and the prompt is to write an aubade, or morning poem. I looked to Emmy Perez with a hint of Jack Spicer for inspiration.
Sunrise by Alice-Catherine Jennings
a yellow bathing suit of light
a violin’s song
in the blue endlessness
a breaking lemon