The Last Squaw
“There is this edge where shadows
and bones of some of us walk
(From Call It Fear by Joy Harjo)
1 week, 2 days ago
Flowers For Socrates
by NONA BLYTH CLOUD
Religion and Science — two different approaches to the questions, How Does Stuff Work? and Why Do Things Happen?
When you start with the same questions, you often uncover similar answers. 2,959 more words
1 week, 6 days ago
“She had some horses she loved.
She had some horses she hated.
These were the same horses.”
from She Had Some Horses (New York: Thunder’s Mouth Press, 1997)
1 month ago
THE POET BY DAY
Because of the fear monster infecting this country, I have been asked for this poem, this song. Feel free to use it, record it, and share.
1 month, 3 weeks ago
The Mess Of Making
This is a series in which I dedicate digital space to the women that inspire me, creatively and otherwise.
I was introduced to Joy Harjo in a beginner’s poetry class one bitter February in Boston. 301 more words
2 months ago
Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the… 147 more words
2 months, 1 week ago
for Lurline McGregor
Ah, ah cries the crow arching toward the heavy sky over the marina.
Lands on the crown of the palm tree.
Ah, ah slaps the urgent cove of ocean swimming through the slips. 126 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago