At First I Was Blogging Everyday, But

American Muse, Whose Strong And Diverse Heart So Many Men Have Tried To Understand But Only Made It Smaller With Their Art, Because You Are As Various As Your Land.

Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.

I've Been Reading A Lot Lately About Indian Captives. One Woman Who Had Been Captured By The Indians And Made A Squaw Was Resentful When She Was Rescued Because She'd Found That There Was A Lot More Work To Do As The Wife Of A White Man.

When I Was In Graduate School, My Thesis Included Both Poetry And Essays. Influenced By The Personal Essays Of James Baldwin And Norman Mailer, I Loved The Form, But Pretty Much Stopped.

I Tried To Think Of My Knowledge, But It Was A Squirrel's Heap Of Winter Nuts. There Was No Strength In My Knowledge Any More And I Felt Small And Naked As A New-hatched Bird.