Category: Grief and Fear
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On “The Shapes of Native Nonfiction”
A bright, seasonably cool day. The stiff breezes of the past few days have finally subsided somewhat. Wait! As soon as I wrote this the wind picked up and is moving the mostly bare tree branches vigorously. I’ve been reading experimental essays by a host of Native American writers in Shapes of Native Nonfiction, edited…
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Deer In the Field
A seasonably warm day, pleasant enough that Nori spent twenty minutes on the porch. Here and there a few leaves cling to trees. From my window I can see determined reds among the scant dangling browns and tans. There are fewer berries on what’s left of the Poke Berry, just enough to entice the birds…
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Veterans’ Day Eve
A wet, calm, densely foggy day, leaves floating ever so slowly down in drifts of colour. Last night we had an intense thunderstorm, lightening rippling across the sky in all directions. The heavy rain stripped most of the leaves from our trees, although a few maples are insistently holding on to colour. I have not…
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Some Thoughts on Story
A gusty morning following high winds and rain overnight. The shy is clear and the late autumn sun is brilliant. Somehow, many of the trees edging our yard have kept their burnished leaves through all this storminess. I had a lovely streaming conversation with former students, now friends, last night. We caught up with each…
