by Craig Brandis
The Haida people live where the land
wants to end but can't quite.
Overturned by muscle,
I went there seeking new ways to see.
I found some of their daily wealth—
endless butter clams in the tide's outstretched arms.
On a linen nightstand for hungry daydreams,
I saw a longhouse fire in old Haida eyes peering back at me
with a stare that saw beyond the horizon
as an eagle dancer from a high-prowed war canoe.
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Thursday, December 4, 2014
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Leaving the High Country
by Craig Brandis
I saw satin knife blades sweeping the skin
from the carcass and returning to their sheathes.
A herd of elk leaving the high country
swimming through a sea of blue stars.
I saw satin knife blades sweeping the skin
from the carcass and returning to their sheathes.
A herd of elk leaving the high country
swimming through a sea of blue stars.
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