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Toss a rising comet above the russet oak. Ask yourself what day of the week whose turn to split wood? Cleave to the shaman’s handshake, learn procedures for sharing                your measly wealth find the ornate knob to...

I’ve had few animal dreams since childhood when a red-haired cousin morphed into a lion. Now, in daydreams, I climb the milky backbone and wander phosphorous meadows. Thirst eased by Little Dipper, like the ladle hooked to our...

Fair Oaks, California Early coffee with cream, doves at the feeder. On my desk, a broken relic from Israel, a carved Raven carrying the sun in his beak, a cup with pens, pencils and two candy canes. Thick dictionaries about...

Purchased in Ashland, Oregon, this jeweled anklet, sapphire crystals and navy stars, pinches. It was an arid road trip except for the cypress blue river at the border. The Yurok live in this region, depend on Pacific Lamprey...

Take a bunch of spinach, remove lower stems from their fresh arrows, their heart-stab, your grandmother dwelling in your heart as you wash richness of green, fragility of leaf and life and remember yesterday’s October day,...

She’s not like mother Orca, who held her dead calf in the waves for days, refused to let sorrow sink too soon into the depths of Puget Sound. She’s not like the Torajans, who keep their dead in community, well-dressed at table,...

Wild garden of a girl, living alone, running through the tall grasses, unschooled flowers of my heart. Tame children love you, your tall tales, freedom of mind. Strength overflows your thin arms, bony legs. You’re agile as your...

Wounded one, as you disappear into your darkness, and light fades from your Bay of Rainbows, Lake of Dreams, we can only try and ease your pain, help you find, even in these times, a twig from the Golden Bough to guard your...

Photo by Linda Gunther My house crushed to clay More than forty times they shell each day and night Destroy Kill My son now prisoner twenty-nine years old If I leave, escape then I abandon him I not go stay in crumbled house...

1. At the top of a staircase do you sometimes Place one hand on the bannister’s surface, Lightly grasping it as you go down? At the end Is round wood for your palm to rest upon and cup. That is just what I like to do with...