She still stands tall Slightly bowed in reverence Her flower head, once vibrant, now browned and brittle Appearing old and vulnerable...

I belong to the fire-tinged sunrise sky To the flash of bird wing The easy rolling river I belong to the sweetgrass scented earth The...

May the words encircle my tongue Like sweet strands of honey Warmed by my heart Reminding me of my sacred origins So that I speak only...

From the door of my wild mouth, out flew A faint strangled whisper An amputated groan A fretful sigh A stunted plea that now Bubbles and...