River Song

Tonight we sleep under velvet skies As we count the days since the caravans have departed in winter’s wakeI find the beloved in a hundred murid imagesThe clues hiding deep in these crossed roads of a poet’s second-hand notebook. For those of us left behind to finish with this wayward strollThe milkiest way is full […]

On The Way Home

“When the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed. I went insane like a smoke ring day when the winds blow.” -Buffalo Springfield Take me away to the Black Hills, to a single mountain in the Dakotas where Crazy Horse is imprisoned in the rock. Let me gaze at his unbroken spirit […]

River Song

Tonight our Pilgrim sleeps under velvet skies As we count the days since the caravans have departed winter’s rite He finds his beloved in a hundred murid images The clues hiding deep in these crossed roads of a poet’s second-hand notebook.

Revival

The Lakota say that it is not uncommon To hear something calling your name In the stillness of a dark moonless night. This is ‘shungmanitu thanka‘, the Great Wolf. One night our pilgrim found himself walking deep in a dark wood; overhead a new moon disguised as its shadow self-juxtaposed to an array of stars, […]