POETRY & ARTWORK

Makayla Armijo Featured In Inhabitants of Burque

I was lucky enough to have met some very beautiful and interesting folks in the past week who truly left a mark on me for the better. one of these instances guided me into the unexpected handshake of our local people-appreciator in the 505, thus granting me some lovely words and recognition via facebook. Thanks a million, here’s what was stated:

“  Makayla was a bit vague about describing her artwork when I first asked her. She just handed me a card and said she would send me a message to describe it. I am a bit impatient and want to post pictures of people as soon as possible, so I went to the website. When I saw her artwork, I thought it was brilliant, creative, and superbly unique. Makayla is gifted and expresses art in a style all of her own. I consider her a blessing to Burque and her work is a gift to this city. You really impressed me Makayla. ”

If you’re interested in finding out about great local folks in the ABQ area, hit the Inhabitants of Burque facebook page and like it.

La Plaza Vieja

vividly - smells of aged breath, smooth as linen trousers rolled

and tempered with the sweetest warmth of a sugary coffee-filled cup.

A man built with the strength of burned bridges and

a sacred heart. reminds me of him -

a hail-made face bumped smooth by hail-mary’s and the lineage

traceable with effortless historical mirrors from past years

peacable pardons of a herritage burried in loyalties to the king.

A perfectness, pale and placed in greasy skin to savor all types to come.

Portions of pre-existing people. brief times

Pass mankind and leave sweetness of a future man built in age

and in more fragrant words to cherrish as old-world and handsome.

bitter your tongue by the salted air

of those countries we left behind and let those buds taste

patient fortune, heavy and rich with the darkness of my hair

in the hands of sweet smells to come, i ask you.

disapear. The joints and comsuming roughness - hope

that the day breaks again on your sunday.

Prayers and dreams breed hope inside the hollow skins

of our minute-hand love - breaking walls -

Crumbs of a too pleasant son and let nothing become of an unrushed outcome.

There is dirt in your hands and wood underneath in glass - alters -

We’ll stand. The young saints of beloved inspiration.

Paint your walls, smile

that devil-snicker with one hand to my back

and embrace me - cloaked

in wooly scents of a viejo in the making.

Are You Watching?

stroke by stroke - piece by piece - its coming to me slowly, never dragging… that slow motion anticipation - like focusing on a mouthful hitting each tiny bud on your tongue until it waves over you: instantaneous and stretched out at once.

yesterday marks week 6 of biologics. i have been injecting myself for three weeks now - getting a little easier each time - but like painting - it will take time and it will never quite feel easy. (the day art is easy is the day i will hang my head low enough to drag behind me.) sounds like a good image. wait for it.

emotions have been re-rooting themselves in the frozen earth, hard and heavy and overwhelming. but i’m enduring for the long hall, so don’t trip.

Also, i’ve busied myself with the hope of completing this painting for what will be a very realistic and timely goal - The entry deadline for the 2012 NM Contemporary Art Showcase at 516 ARTS Gallery. Expect to see me there, hopefully twice over, and i will expect to see you too.

Thoughts & Prayers,

MA