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THE SEER CHIEF, YONAGUSKA A gentle flight through the red paints trail ..

One day out walking I found a bird trapped in the twig of a tree dangling grey and dead till I pulled him free Too late, I told him, to fly sout..

I Had a Weary Dream & Grew Weary In my bed fat songs & hymnals howl beneath the covers in delicate despair I have too many dreams. I wa..

bright bird i thought things would be better after the bird died, felled by the fumes of the kerosene heater we buried it with solemnity and cr..

At Play Sometimes I am a grenade girl, so passionate, but malingering, ticking off seconds to myself. Or I am a cherry bomb. A smoke screen of..

The Boat That Ran Away Afterwards, he said, he meant to pull in there. He had planned to tie up and stay, but the day the boat got away, he swore..

Counselor in the Cubicle at the Crisis Center I already know everything there is to know about everything. Isn't that what you always say? We all..

An Opening in a Small Town I lived in a cotton town where the mouth of the mill fell open each morning and the people disappeared into the ne..

Poet's Letter Home Dear Mother, I am living in a mansion. My servants fight for the right to serve me. Each day I celebrate life with a bit of te..

Mudslide I was just sitting there. My feet startled gray rocks from the water. I was on the edge of a mudslide, but unable to dispense with my s..