Nomad I didn't become a writer because I stayed home. I became a writer because I left. I'm not a writer of abundance. I'm a writer of the bereft. Third Degree Autobiography When I was six, I saw one Indian man press another Indian man's face against a stove burner burning orange and yet some people are still shocked to discover that I'm crazier than a flock of nostrils locked in a skunk factory. 101 I'm not a good teacher or preacher. I don't know how I write this stuff. I only know that I don't blame it on God. Ode I want you to love me more than you did before you read this poem. Influences The faucet drips, drips drips, drips, then pauses for a second then begins to drip, drip, drip again. What does this mean? It means that I find music in everything that I hear and see. The Museum of Native American History I take off my shirt to reveal my hurt. Prayer I hope that I write my greatest poem on my deathbed. I'll be especially proud if I manage to say it aloud. Persuasion I'm a better man in my poems than I am in real life. Now will you try to convince me and yourself otherwise?
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I like you even more after reading your poems.
“Crazier than a flock of nostrils locked in a skunk factory.” There’s no escape, Writer!