A Testament of Time

As dusk descends into the valley beams escape the sullen sky reaching to touch the Rez of marsh and pine with golden rays that shine on this land that knows the devastation of policy. The orders were to clear cut and pressure the people to farm a land not farmable leaving an empty shell of…

Forgotten Trail

A seven part poem from my manuscript,┬áSpirit Songs. Forgotten Trail I My grandmother always remembered me amidst her dementia and forty some grandchildren. No matter how many years in between she puckered her thin lips my way motioning me to sit upon her round lap of baby flab and boobs. I was smaller and darker…