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My film, Dying for a Baby was included in Lifetime’s
Don’t Mess with Mommy Movie Marathon.

I’m so excited to have gotten this great review of
Kika and Sniff in the Santa Fe New Mexican.
Book Review A bounty of New Mexico books Jennifer Levin Aug 23, 2019
Recently published and forthcoming books by New Mexico authors make for an eclectic reading list, with topics ranging from a nonfiction account of the first Navajo nursing school to a mind-bending children’s adventure tale. Pasatiempo rounded up some of the latest offerings here.

by Kat Sawyer, illustrated by Brandon McKinney, independently published, 186 pages, $15

Kika is a sarcastic 11-year-old who is prone to anxiety. Sniff is her dog, a stray she found stuck in a gopher hole. When the two of them accidentally fall into a below-ground world of talking animals who rap and dig Bob Dylan, reality is turned upside down for the characters, as well as for readers. Santa Fe resident Kat Sawyer’s Kika and Sniff: Adventure in the Belowlands is a trippy, humorous, off-kilter voyage of self-discovery for a heroine who must learn to be brave — and learn to call Sniff by his preferred name, which turns out to be Alan.
I’m thrilled to be appearing as Judge Caitlan Berkely in
Episode 7 of the new CBS All-Access series, Interrogation.
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Path to the Moon


My haiku, Owl, is to be included in the 2020 Poets Picnic Collection.
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Owl on the bare limb
silhouetted by the moon
Ear tufts glow silver.

My two 100 word poems, Truchas and Santa Fe May are included in the Los Gatos Press' new anthology, Weaving the Terrain.
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The faithful pear tree drips with nubile fruit.
Around her barky leg, a squash vine twines
and zigzags like a hungry cat.

Fat submarine zucchini lurks
half-sunken in a sea of dust and leaves.

Along its leathery back,
a lusty, lawn-green mantis cha chas
toward a trove of snow white treats.

A shriek
of magpies –
One two three four five –
Piano keys against a cobalt sky.

And from inside a snug adobe tucked beneath
grand poplar trees, her turquoise door and windows open wide,
Beethoven beckons.
Bach and Brahms.

Bright laundry hangs like prayer flags in the warm September breeze.


Santa Fe May

The month of May's a wayward time.
We may have rain. The sun may shine.

It may be cold. The wind may blow.
We may have sleet or even snow.

If it's frigid, you can bet
your goosebumps may begin to sweat.

Picnicking brings without fail
a dump of ping-pong ball-sized hail.

Annuals you planted early
may turn limp or black and curly.

Sunbathing may not seem so wrong.
Just wear a parka with your thong.

Musing on this fickle season,
though in rhyme, there's hardly reason
to heed what weathermen might say
because it may not or it may.

My poem, The Shore appears in the 2017 Lummox Press Anthology
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The Shore

Tucked between two briny rocks
a lavender anemone contorts and waves
her fleshy arms
in rhythm with the sea.

The ocean rushes in to claim my feet -
her sandy, foaming fingers
vainly hissing in retreat.

I troll the strand for gifts
presented by the tide:
A tennis ball
A lobster claw
A plastic shovel
intertwined with kelp and fishing line.

A gull strolls nonchalantly near to me –
his clever eye considering the possibility
of sharing in my noon repast.
He opens wide his beaky lips
and with a shrill, indignant screech,
he wings away along the beach
to raid some unsuspecting bather’s
bag of pita chips.

Pelicans patrol in fine formation
breaking rank to plunge face-first
into the herring-rich lagoon.

A spout.
A spray.
A barnacle-gray giant
breaks the far horizon
bounding on to colder waters north
to feed and breed,
then, south again to tropic calving grounds.

The tang of sea wind tangling my hair
A tropic ocean pulsing through my veins,
I walk the shore.
My feet sink deep.
Two footsteps pause for one brief life,
then wash away and are no more.

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