Walking Is The Exact Balance Between Spirit

All This New Stuff Goes On Top Turn It Over, Turn It Over Wait And Water Down From The Dark Bottom Turn It Inside Out Let It Spread Through Sift Down Even. Watch It Sprout. A Mind Like Compost.

Having A Place Means That You Know What A Place Means...what It Means In A Storied Sense Of Myth, Character And Presence But Also In An Ecological Sense...integrating Native Consciousness With Mythic Consciousness

As A Poet I Hold The Most Archaic Values On Earth . . . The Fertility Of The Soil, The Magic Of Animals, The Power-vision In Solitude, The Terrifying Initiation And Rebirth, The Love And Ecstasy Of The Dance, The Common Work Of The Tribe. I Try To Hold Both History And The Wilderness In Mind, That My Poems May Approach The True Measure Of Things And Stand Against The Unbalance And Ignorance Of Our Times.

Wildness Is Not Just The "preservation Of The World," It Is The World

When Making An Axe Handle The Pattern Is Not Far Off.