From the Book - First edition.
For Alva Benson, and for those who have learned to speak
Woman hanging from the thirteenth-floor window
My house is the red earth
For Anna Mae Pictou Aquash, whose spirit is present here and in the dappled stars
Dawn appears with butterflies
Perhaps the world ends here
Path to the Milky Way leads through Los Angeles
When the world as we knew it ended
For calling the Spirit back from wandering the Earth in its human feet
This morning I pray for my enemies
How to write a poem in a time of war
How love blows through the trees
Sundown walks to the edge of the story
