Marfa Cool Meets Big Skies of Fort Davis

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Nestled against Mano Prieto Mountain with 360 views.

mano prieto2Large 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!

From Blossoms
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches

Riverbank of Peach Blossoms by Shitao, 1642–1707, Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Riverbank of Peach Blossoms by Shitao, 1642–1707, Metropolitan Museum of Art.

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. 

Caravaggio's Boy with a Basket of Fruit (1592
Caravaggio’s Boy with a Basket of Fruit (1592

Here’s another “peach” poem:

Peach Farm
I’m thinking it’s time to go back
to the peach farm or rather
the peach farm seems to be wanting me back

Claude Monet, A jar of peaches
Claude Monet, A jar of peaches

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.

photo courtesy of John M. Jennings
photo courtesy of John M. Jennings

Poetry at the Post: When A Storm Blows In, Eat Carrots!

Queen-Anne’s Lace

… It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.

“Daucus carota May 2008-1 edit” by Alvesgaspar – Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons –

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!

carrot soup 2

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

One Morning

Yellow pines No ever no green except
where stems brown needles green I walk

morning in Far West Texas photo courtesy of John M. Jennings
morning in Far West Texas
photo courtesy of John M. Jennings

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