Land Owners push severed limbs into the ground, anchored in boluses of concrete. one person buying another. one person grades into the breast of a hill. downstream, cataracts of silt: a kind of preventable blindness. There are all sorts of responses to being held captive: death. sense less ness. rebellion. The forehead of the fire […]
Catherine Munsee
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This season
This season, beauty as painful as loss. The bones of my hands become feathers, skin over my ribs the dry crib of a prairie.
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Another woman gave birth to my son
I was off doing other things. After fifteen years, I looped back around, leaned from the saddle, and slung him up behind me… Everything about him was new. He smelled violent and stubborn and refused to sleep. At home he was arrogant, the way people are when they know the balance of power tilts […]
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All the trees have undressed
Standing on the hillside, across the highway from…