The Eye of the Beholder: Millicent Rogers and the Art of Taos

By Jessica Monk “There is no paying life in advance for what it must do to you. It asks of […]

Vladimir Nabokov in the Grand Canyon & the Discovery of Butterfly Neonympha

by Lois Kapila “I am driving off to California to-morrow with butterfly-nets, manuscripts and a new set of teeth.” ~Nabokov, […]

D. H. Lawrence Revisted

The lonely desert mesas stretched to a line of mountains etched on the stark blue horizon. At an elevation of 7,000 feet the morning air was crisp and cool, even though it was July in New Mexico. I was alone in front of a little shrine that reminded me of
a country chapel. It seemed an appropriate metaphor considering whose ashes were buried there — author D. H. Lawrence, the “priest of love.”