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For over a century, El Palacio has been a forum for voices exploring New Mexico’s art, archaeology, history, and landscape. Explore the writers, photographers, historians, and scientists whose perspectives have defined the magazine’s pages—past and present.
Arthur Sze is the current U.S. Poet Laureate. Sze is a poet, translator, and editor. He is the author of twelve books, including Into the Hush, Sight Lines, and others. Sze’s poems have been translated into fifteen languages, and he is the recipient of the National Book Award among many other honors. He lives in Santa Fe.
Deborah Jackson Taffa is a citizen of the Quechan Nation and Laguna Pueblo. Her memoir Whiskey Tender was a 2024 National Book Award Finalist and was longlisted for the 2025 Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Nonfiction. Taffa serves as the director of the MFA in creative writing program at the Institute of American Indian Arts.
Cara Romero is an award-winning contemporary fine art photographer. An enrolled citizen of the Chemehuevi Indian Tribe, Romero’s expansive oeuvre has been informed by formal training in film, digital, fine art, and commercial photography. She maintains a studio in Santa Fe, regularly participates in Native American art fairs, and was featured in PBS’ Craft in America (2019).
Sherwin Bitsui (Diné) (opens in a new tab) is originally from White Cone, Arizona, on the Navajo Reservation. He is the author of Shapeshift, Flood Song, and Dissolve. In addition to teaching at the Institute of American Indian Arts, he is a faculty member at Northern Arizona University.
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By Various Authors Did We Come Here? By Victor di Suvero How did we come here and to what end?What was it that drew us here?Was it the land calling, the piñon?The great shaped clouds blessing the blue of the sky?Was it the dawn’s quiet or the other one,The one that comes from the day of work, at duskIn summer, promising rest and respite and allThe other good things we dream of when we let ourselves do so?How did we come here?
