Category: Series: BIoregionalism
Neorural
It comes too early. The same time each day. A little after dawn. I’d guess half past six on a clock. I wouldn’t know. I don’t bother with clocks here. They don’t mean much. They don’t change the light or the weather or what needs to be done. I hear it before I see it.…
Refugia
Ahimsa was so much better at this bedtime story thing than me. I was always looking for concrete answers, but she liked to keep questions open. She said that much of the brain’s wiring takes place after birth, so we had to make Robin’s wiring as expansive as possible while we could. The Earth will…
Last Stands of the Rio Grande
“Even in the slightest breeze, you can hear the voice of the cottonwood tree; this we understand is its prayer to the Great Spirit.” –Heȟáka Sápa (Black Elk), Oglala Lakota medicine man Since the end of the last ice age, when humans first ventured into what is now the Middle Rio Grande Valley, Indigenous cultures…
Soft Things in Hard Country
Before I had a name for it, I had land. Red dirt and hayfields. Skinned knees and peacock feathers. The sharp smell of cattle, the shimmer of heat above the highway. And over time, I learned that the Oklahoma prairie has its own way of marking you. I grew up knowing the names of things…
