To Live And Die In Arizona

Living (And Dying) In Arizona

If you’ve read NoArizona articles before, you’ve heard numerous reasons why Arizona is a bad place to live. I dug a little deeper and found dying in Arizona would be much worse.

August In Arizona

Endless Summer

It’s August, and it’s hot. It’s a given fact that will never change and people in Arizona reluctantly accept it. It’s hot for about six months in Arizona, but what’s so unique about August?

Sad Tales of the Desert: A Poem By Edelmann & Vetterli

Serpent Moves

I’m moving, I’m changing
I might find myself
Out in the desert’s land
Raise the moon
Call the dead
Touch the sky
Curse the sand

I might
Leave myself
Out in
The desert’s land
Like the serpent
Glides from its skin
With gentle moves
On floors of sin

- Chris Vetterli & Marky Edelmann

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Sad Tales of the Desert: A Poem By Jeff Martin

A Line in the Sand

Tell me what would you do
If I told you the truth
And I took you by the hand
To see the dust swirl in pools 
And a dark desert cool
In an empty wasted land

Tell me, what would you do
If this happened to you
Would it help you now
To understand
There’s a line in the sand, a line in the sand
It’ll keep you from the promised land
It’s just a line in the sand

And what would you say
If I told you today
That your mother won’t hold your hand anymore
She’s broken and tired
She’s inflamed with desire 
To turn her head and walk away 
From the line in the sand, the line in the sand
It’ll keep you from the promised land
It’s just a line in the sand
It’s gonna keep you from the promised land 

The refineries burn
And your mother she turns
To watch you stumble into the night
She’s run out of tears
Have you run out of fear
Or is your candle still burning bright
You’ve crossed the line in the sand, the line in the sand
It’s gonna keep you from the promised land
It’s just a line in the sand

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An Unwilling Return to Arizona from My Temporary Escape

The photo you see is the area where I was spending vacation. There was water, trees and rain. Having grown up there, I was surprised to find those elements as a big deal. It felt comfortable and good to be home again. Unfortunately, it came to an end.

Sad Tales of the Desert: A Poem By Nesima Aberra

Summer heat blows

Biting at my neck and face

No hand, no shade relieves

For more from this author, refer to the Young and Writerly blog.

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Rain, Rain, Please Stay and Go Away Another Day

Rain? What’s That?

It’s only June, and I already long for rainy days. Arizona is one of those strange places where cloudy, rainy days cheer you up. Arizona is the Twilight Zone of weather where reality is confusing and maddening.

You’ve Lived In Arizona If…

You no longer associate bridges or rivers with water.

You discover, in July it only takes two fingers to drive your car, because your steering wheel is so hot.

The best parking is determined by shade…..not distance.

Friday 13th, and You’re Living In Arizona

Hope Your Luck Improves…

Poems About Arizona: Sad Tales of the Desert

For those of us who are struggling with life in Arizona, we know it’s a depressing place. There are so many things that peck away at our souls while living in Arizona. Perhaps it’s the “zombification” taking effect, forcing us deeper into denial of the fact we live in a desolate desert.