"Our family car treads/ Steadily northward/ As I count/ Dead animals that/Litter the highway." Three poems & an essay on being an Indigenous poet.
There are times when being in my body hurts so badly that I find myself wanting God. Well shit, I think. Because I don’t believe in God.
While finishing grad school, I lived in Chattanooga, Tennessee, a small town hidden beneath Lookout Mountain. Inspired by the mountain’s proximity, I wrote short poems about it, allowing the solidity and strength of what I saw to take whatever form I needed for the day.