It’s a blustery April day on Nantucket Island and I am hunkered down inside under pandemic quarantine orders.  Wrapped in a blanket and...

She still stands tall Slightly bowed in reverence Her flower head, once vibrant, now browned and brittle Appearing old and vulnerable...

I belong to the fire-tinged sunrise sky To the flash of bird wing The easy rolling river I belong to the sweetgrass scented earth The...

May the words encircle my tongue Like sweet strands of honey Warmed by my heart Reminding me of my sacred origins So that I speak only...