Category: Racism, Terror
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New Year’s Eve Eve
A bright, windy day. The breeze is intense, driving the Windchill ever lower. While the light is enticing the cold is not. Yesterday was a day of darkness and rain. Night came early as did dawn this morning. I was reminded that for a time after the solstice dawn continues to come later, even as…
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The Unthinkable at Advent
A grumpy, much warmer day, after deep cold. Our first snow, which fell all day Sunday, is melting, which allowed Jennie to empty and bring in the bird bath. Another storm of high winds and heavy rains is forecast for Friday. I have been trying to decide how to write this post for days. Now…
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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…
