Tenías un nombre, Morena te vi sonriendo, Morena te vi bailando Te vi bailando, Morena una cámara de fotos, Morena un tatuaje sencillo Tu piel delicada, Morena un lunar oscuro, Morena un mechón de pelo Tu cuerpo […]
Thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird. II I was of three minds, Like a tree In which there are three blackbirds. […]
La luna brilla en el ñire, en el borde de las hojas.
THE WAY WEST, UNDERGROUND The split-cedar smoked salmon cloudy days of Oregon, the thick fir forests. Black bear heads uphill in Plumas county, round bottom scuttling through willows- The Bear Wife moves up the […]
The Mad Yak I am watching them churn the last milk they’ll ever get from me. They are waiting for me to die; They want to make buttons out of my bones. Where are my sisters and brothers? […]
ETHNOBOTANY In June two oak fell, rot in the roots Chainsaw in September in three days one tree bucked and quartered in the shed sour fresh inner oak-wood smell the main trunk splits “like opening a […]