Katherine DiBella Seluja
Long before O’Keefe painted moonflowers blooming from pelvic girdles, Anasazi women foraged stinging nettle for their children. Snow melts by noon, dust devils spin all year. Pilgrims walk miles in the spring to touch the holy sand of Chimayo. A miner in Cerrillos searches a turquoise vein as his sister tightens the tourniquet on her arm.