Category Archives: American Indian

Spirit, Living

I am a spirit living in the aging body of a white man. People I admire despise my meat. People I despise glorify my biological ancestry. The crux ignored: I am a spirit, living. (mediadiversified.org) Advertisements

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Ochoco Reach Audiobook, Ahoy!

Shameless plug: my novel Ochoco Reach is now available as an audiobook on both audible.com and iTunes. If you download it, I’d very much appreciate a review and some other noise of your own choosing. Click on the link in … Continue reading

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Between Takes in Heaven West

Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels rest by the Rio Grande, sharing sushi under a sky of forever blue. Scout and Silver graze nearby. To the south, a tumble of clouds builds over Mexico, rumpled shadows running across the far mesas. … Continue reading

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Strawberry or Honey?

Strawberry moon looked more like honey, so I’ll go with that today. (top: al.com; bottom: wsj.com)

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Grill Rhymes with Thrill

Waiting for coals; the charcoal is still just warm. Oh, there is intense heat at the bottom of the stack, but it needs to spread throughout and proffer a red and white glow that hollers “Caution!” (Note: never work a … Continue reading

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I Shall Go Gentle

(Note: This is my meager answer, for today anyway, to Dylan Thomas’ iconic poem–jrs) Do not fear this, my child. I shall go gentle, I shall not rage, I shall escape this delightful cage. It has served me well, this … Continue reading

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Coyote Ruins a Dog

On the other side of the fence was chaos and death, at least that’s how it seemed when the dog took off and scared that squirrel right out of his thick fall fur and into the coyote’s grinning mouth. The … Continue reading

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A Cheyenne Woman Speaks to a Corpse from the Seventh Cavalry, During the Evening of June 25th, 1876

The Greasy Grass licks your blood from my hands. I cannot see where my own blood ends. I am breathing now the sharp air of your death. Your hair is the color of the grass, but is dead and strange. … Continue reading

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