Chris Bighorse : Writing

Through the Junkyard

Through the Junkyard

A Poem by Chris Bighorse


I have just enough vocabulary to attach long words to short meanings,syntaxto tangle the tips of tongues. The rest I've thrown into a junkyard in..
Batter

Batter

A Poem by Chris Bighorse


I was able to pour meaning on paper, thick like batter. Just another washed up poet from the rez making a living off a language not his own. ..
Taste

Taste

A Poem by Chris Bighorse


I taste you like I taste gun metal after a bloody nose, like pennies under the tongue. You're subtle, passionate, precise, like sipping poison, ..
Secret

Secret

A Poem by Chris Bighorse


For Jacky
Sometimes VII

Sometimes VII

A Poem by Chris Bighorse


Sometimes a photograph will remind me of a cluster of clouds.

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