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A Spring Celebration of Story

In the time where time is in a circle, Yesterday looks like tomorrow, where today might be a long time ago. A time when we all spoke one language and we all knew how to respect the land and all of the living things.

There was a beautiful young woman, her name was Story, and she was Deer Woman. Story had forgotten that she was Deer Woman.  Read More »

Living on the edge, you have to be careful not to trip or slip and fall off.
The geese come again; they come by the tens, twenties, fifties
They come again. Every year they come.
The geese come in their big flocks of V’s, making the sky dark.
They come again. Every year they come to nest.
The town’s people gather on the dock, breaths hot steam in the cold air.  Read More »