Bang, crash, grind – inside the tube, an unrelenting rhythm, sounds that slice my brain and blip their nebulae across the screen; I think I feel the piercing probe, the fractals through what might be my brain, if not, the … Continue reading BRAIN ARCHEOLOGY
So now, you’re gone; my tears still fall a bit in gentle waves—a moment’s shocked surprise to find your hat—the red one—that used to suit so well, as pert and antic as your eyes alight at church or coffee … Continue reading Mama’s Little Red Hat (A Sonnet)
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The Standing Rock Reservation lies across the border between North and South Dakota in the United States, and is inhabited by ethnic “Hunkpapa and Sihasapa bands of Lakota Oyate and the Ihunktuwona and Pabaksa bands of the Dakota Oyate,” as … Continue reading HAIKU