Birthday Poem, 2018 Walking the ancient buffalo drive lines rough dating the rows of rocks by the presence or lack of lichen At first we only hear the Sandhill Crane A voice as prehistoric as the greygreen-laced rocks When it … Continue reading →
I gratefully acknowledge that I was born in Mishi-Anishinaabaki, a lake-bound paradise belonging to the Anishinaabe People. I now live on Apsáalooke land. Honor and respect to all First Nations. Miigwetch and Ahóoh.