Barren boughs arch upward like broken puppet arms askew and akimbo on invisible tangled strings while leafless gnarled finger branches give the shadow shape against the hoary winter skein and the black lined horizon The wind blows, swirling up white snow, puff tornadoes dancing along…

She lived in East Vancouver, or, Edmonton, or, Winnipeg, or, Toronto She left the Rez when at thirteen. Young, thin, single, beautiful and battered. It’s said she met the pig farmer once, but to this day no one knows that for sure. She was last…

I knew i liked her from the start eighth grade glory at the lake … and girls she was tall and lanky, just like me no fat to spare and ribs like the grill of a jeep with two little headlights adjoining her breastbone her…

I needed her like a jilted lover. There was comfort when she was open, but, too often she was unavailable. I despised her in those awkward moments, when I registered as Robert Flynn and they eyed me, judging up and down, whether or not to…

We sat for days, in those hours, in the morning, before the sun, before the world caught up to us. We talked of mysteries and hopes, of spirits, the lack of god, and pain, the pain that fathers know and elders. You gave me breath,…

She breathed life to me by Carter’s mill, beside the walk cradling the edge of the river I didn’t know it at the time, I was full of myself and the future and grandness but I learned, eventually, those are illusions created by ourselves and…

I stand upon the precipice of knowledge, knowing the world revolves around nothingness. Red, yellow, black, and white learned this lesson once, before man discovered himself as different. Knowing the world revolves around nothingness, I prayed to my scarred ancient ancestor, before man discovered himself…

The eggs were dry yesterday, and, each day after I bought them. It’s true the refrigerator leaked, but I covered them in plastic wrap and moved them to the front, where the leak was minimal. My girlfriend is coming tonight, and yes, it is to…

Nestled in the vast pine forest of northern Minnesota, my dog and I lay in a small two-man tent. It was the last night of our canoe journey. Slowly, we were awakened, a buzzing sound surrounded us and curiosity made us look outside. Blocking the…