“The Fiddle Playing Librarian Dream,” “Now We Drown in the Cold Horse River” and “We Will Eat Silver Moon Cakes Til Dawn”
The cold horse river spills Indian eyes
Angel feathers burn in gold smoke
Soul civilizations were robbed of serene mirrors
Creek hearts fall over the dream cliff
Telepathic windows catch dead bird words
The good-bye tunnel links lost voices to the underworld Read more.