You see it all around you everyday, from the person leaving the post office who walks over to their bicycle and begins to strap on their goods yet looks back and sees someone struggling towards the door with a heavy box. The bicycler stops and observes them for a second or two then puts aside […]
Poem: An Apology of a Kind
You didn’t call like you said you would, and I thought it wouldn’t bother me but it did. Time and again you said you loved me, that just thinking of me kept you from dying inside, for the world around you was already dead. And I loved you, too, yet it gave me a special […]
Poem: Old Woman
Old Woman I used to run the green fields with my dogs, but that was long ago, and I am a girl no more. I used to smile when the warriors rode by and hide my eyes with my hair, but now I am a girl no more. I danced the round dance with my […]
What’s a “Real” Native American? Sometimes you just have to laugh…
The answer would depend on who you ask, and whether you wished a technical/genetic/geographic reply or one based on personal knowledge, belief or history. Sometimes they coincide, sometimes they do not. Sometimes it’s just a feeling or so I’ve been told, and I’ve not disagreed with those who feel they are native in spirit, but […]
Poem: Hospital Garden At the 13th Hour & Commentary
Hospital Garden At The 13th Hour As the sun strikes the bell tower, until you see the ice in the central fountain, they almost make you think its Spring, those berries that look like white buds in their net of brown whippet branches. –Red Haircrow, 20 December 2011 Augustes Viktoria Klinikum, Schöneberg, Berlin, Germany, my […]
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