Poems by Ortiz Simon Joseph
Blind Curse
... nto the wakeof the diesel truck headed for Sioux Fallsone hundred and eighty miles through the storm ...
Burning River
... es,from our charred ligamentsand wash them backto the River,the River,the River,four times the River ...
Four Poems for a Child Son
... were but all I knew yesterdaywas that they filled up the trees,the utility wires, the sky, the world ...
Long House Valley Poem
... d the Peopleand roadside flowersand cornfields and the sageand the valley peace,they are almost gone ...
Making Quiltwork
... l outlastanything that was before and will be worthyof any people's art, endeavor, and final triumph ...
The Margins Where We Live
... In that margin betweenthe prairie and us lies space,vastness that confirms existence ...
Mid-America Prayer
... all thingswe ask in all sincerity, for hope, courage, peace,strength, vision, unity and continuance ...
A New Story
... English pirate(she didn't say that, I did)was going to land on the coastof California in June, again ...
Notes on the Steps of the San Diego Bus Depot
... I don't think the sky will fall today,but I need a few surprises badly ...
Portrait of a Poet with a Console TV in Hand
... the TV-in-hand bitwas an entirely new angle, and I thinkthat it must have to do with an odd madness ...
A Pretty Woman
... distancelooked like a string of turquoise,and the land was a pretty womansmiling at uslooking at her ...
Storming Toward a Precipice
... rming,the faint line just so, just inches just split time, just nothing morethan luck keeps us alive ...
What Indians?
... on the Americans believed since they were originally Europeans and they yearned for "the old country ...
