Poems found: 157
SONG FOR THE DEER AND MYSELF TO RETURN ON
WE ENCOUNTER NAT KING COLE AS WE INVENT THE FUTURE
INSOMNIA AND THE SEVEN STEPS TO GRACE
THE WOMAN HANGING FROM THE THIRTEENTH FLOOR WINDOW
SUMMER STORM REVEALS THE DREAMING PLACE...
AND IN THE SEASON OF NEW GRASS...
ANYTHING THAT MATTERS IS HERE...
DON'T BOTHER THE EARTH SPIRIT...
I CAN HEAR THE SIZZLE OF NEWBORN STARS...
I DISCOVER WHERE GIANT BUTTERFLIES...
I DON'T IMAGINE THE TURQUOISE BRACELET...
I HAVE LOST MY WAY MANY TIMES...
I SEE THE FLASH OF SILVER BREATHS...
IF ALL EVENTS ARE RELATED, THEN WHAT STORY DOES A VOLCANO...
IF WINTER DESCRIBES THE FROZEN ANGLES OF THIS SANDY WASH...
IF YOU LOOK WITH THE MIND OF THE SWIRLING...
IN A MISTY DAWN AT THE CENTER OF THE WORLD...
IN WINTER IT IS EASIER TO SEE WHAT MY DEATH...
INVISIBLE FISH SWIM THIS GHOST OCEAN NOW...
IT IS AN HONOR TO WALK WHERE ALL AROUND ME...
IT'S TRUE THE LANDSCAPE FORMS THE MIND...
MOENCOPI RISE STUNS ME INTO PERFECT RELATIONSHIP...
MY CHEEK IS FLAT AGAINST MEMORY...
NEAR ROUND ROCK IS A POINT OF BALANCE...
NEAR SHIPROCK FIVE HORSES STAND AT THE LEFT SIDE OF THE ROAD...
RACING THE FLAMBOYANT PLAIN OF SUNSET...
SCARLET BLUFFS GATHER HERE TO DRINK AND WATCH...
THESE SMOKY BLUFFS ARE OLD TRAVELING COMPANIONS...
THESE TAMARACKS PRETEND TO BE TAMARACKS...
THIS LAND IS A POEM OF OCHRE AND BURNT SAND...
TWO SISTERS MEET ON HORSEBACK...
FOR ALVA BENSON, AND FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LEARNED TO SPEAK
FOR ANNA MAE PICTOU AQUASH, WHOSE SPIRIT IS PRESENT HERE AND IN THE
INSOMNIA AND THE SEVEN STEPS TO GRACE
LETTER FROM THE END OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY
SONG FOR THE DEER AND MYSELF TO RETURN ON
FRIDAY BEFORE THE LONG WEEKEND
PATH TO THE MILKY WAY LEADS THROUGH LOS ANGELES
PLACE THE MUSICIAN BECAME A BEAR
SONG OF THE HOUSE IN THE HOUSE
SONG OF THE HOUSE IN THE HOUSE
WOMAN HANGING FROM THE THIRTEENTH FLOOR WINDOW
WE ENCOUNTER NAT KING COLE AS WE INVENT THE FUTURE
WHO INVENTED DEATH AND CROWS AND IS THERE ANYTHING WE CAN DO