Poetry

Karuk Nation

1.    Root, Antler, Fork, Braid His daughter Root. That wasn’t her name, and he called her that. I found her at the driveway’s end, a cruel-looking girl. I asked what was she doing out here in the dark. Come with, if you want. House built into the hill. Antlers propped against a propane tank. He came out with a long,… Read more →

Untitled

I was prophesied to die at a certain age, and knew nothing that could cure me. Later, much later, the world was stretched out before me like leather, one morning after another. I asked the wise among my friends, “I will go out onto the white and endless savanna, is it there I will find my charm against sleep?” My… Read more →

Vernon

Perhaps, from my youth, the coal burning at Vernon will give me cancer.  Perhaps not.  Though today, not far from there, I woke to the rain burning the road and also   the chickens in their coop, on this little farm. More honestly, I woke to something   screaming in the woods, from the rain, and saw the road, the… Read more →