“Red Clay Blood River”
Easter Morning
On Easter morning we gathered with some friends in a nearby wildflower garden founded by the mother of one of our group. We read poems, shared our reflections, and munched on breakfast goodies. Then we took a vial of spikenard, which we had purchased two years ago in Bethlehem, and sprayed some drops on an [...]
Elephants
Red Clay, Blood River is a story about memory — how we remember, what our memories do to us, and how we share our memory with the memory of earth. As I have been working on these questions lately I am reminded of the memory of elephants, thoughts which issued in this poem.
Elephants
return to the [...]
The Trail of Tears Association
In 2003 Sylvia and I retraced, by car, the main overland route of the Trail of Tears, starting northeast of Chattanooga and proceeding across Tennessee, western Kentucky, into southern Illinois, across the Mississippi into Missouri, the northwestern tip of Arkansas and into Oklahoma. We drove in the comfort of a car and stayed in pleasant [...]
Like a Russian Doll
Like a Russian doll
she wears each passage of her life in polymorphous coats.
She is the wise companion, etched by years of circling suns,
the woman burnished silver with accomplishment,
the mate with auburn hair and radiant eyes,
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Red Clay, Blood River