Just got my copy of this fabulous book
that gives me the courage to write again.
It is so beautifully written and put together
It was nice to be a part of it especially with all
those great writers. Those of you who read me out there
should really think about picking this up. It's a great
follow up to GENOCIDE OF THE MIND. Both edited by the amazing
Marijo Moore and both have a poem by little ol' me.
Below is a link i have put in:
Eating Fire, Tasting Blood

YELLOW PRAIRIES

Country music always haunts me.
The twang of the guitar strings
--Takes me to the bad memories
And in the vast lands
Of prairie grass
--The color of pee stains
on a white clay man's pants,
or the dead dreams of an Indian.
This earth is dying.
The Black Hills herself
Is just an old charcoal heart,
Barely surviving
The cardiac arrest
From the fat of her land.
Even the activists just smoke her weed
And say, “peace man.”
I feel like a typical squaw-whore
--I feel like something written
By Louis L'Amour.
I am so co-dependant
On the land of the free.
Home of the brave
--The savage that never wanted me.
I am such a liver failure.
Like a drunk lover
It waits for me there.
With my fat heart
And no backbone.
I am ready for the cirrhosis
--The fate that was always mine
To call my own