Long Arrowheads Poems

Year One -

Tell me Eve,
does this Garden have everything we need,
do you think the walls are too tall,
are the gatekeepers reasonable, tolerable, right about it all,
what did Lilith know, where did she go
far past the...

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I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
    ...

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The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes billow like waves flooding naves through the night,
when the lightning...

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call it ‘home’, our little world, our very own frontier,
Amongst the...

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Effortlessly now as we battle the darkest battle with those known as the greatest powers
The race is not won by the stronger or swifter, have you ever heard of the one who is called The...

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Misshapen limbs of the Palo Verde trees add an artistic touch to the landscape. While 
Honeysuckle twine about the old rail fence and the spiny Ocotillo flash scarlet plumes. 

Mesquite trees, older than the homestead,...

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In the setting sun the Sioux Tepees look like vandalized pyramids,
the Tetons themselves appear as though angels raped
by the savagery of centuries yet noble in barbaric beauty and warrior ethos,
a Scalp Dance is begun, torches...

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Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
...

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You always need to have the last word Eve,
what you fail to realize like a storm with no form
is that sometimes the first word has more meaning than the last,
as the first step begins the...

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The old Spanish mission had fallen down from neglect.
    Where it once taught of a different way, and housed anyone from the noble to 
the derelict.
Now it houses only varmints and things...

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Where the eyes lost their sparkles
Through the prairies-shadow lie,
What is South Dakota 
	A collective of arrowheads,
Deers, or buffaloes' dried skin?

	Is the great Sioux chief sleeping?.... 
	Or watching us
With his racy soul?...
	Or is he in the...

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That day is etched in the back of my mind still
I was five yet I can still hear the screams and cries piercing in the clearing
My uncle Hodge was in the saddle on Babydoll
His best...

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INDIAN INK

Indian Accent, form the whispers inside
Chanting from long ago
Echoes come and go
Losing time in a soft eternal glow

A beautiful and delicate autumn mountain scene
Dry blue eyes enchanting melodies!
Voices fall from the sky,  rising...

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Homecoming at evening for her and the birds.
They settle in, she watches them, white whorls 
on green, wreathing tree tops, as is their wont, until 
sentries spot storm clouds, sound an alarm, (word-
wings their e-for...

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When I was a boy in west Texas I kept a treasure box much the way building corner stones are done - with an eye to the future anticipating a grand opening one day.That day...

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Delicately crafted Indian arrowheads,
razor-sharp flint projectile points,
primitive stone bullets,
hidden artifacts from long ago.

Eventually, they call out to our curiosity
on hot and steamy summer mornings,
inviting us to freshly plowed cornfields,
where they’ve patiently slept for millennia.

You know...

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New June bug day risin 
Pancake fryin smell 
Outside yo window 
To the kitchen down below
Curtains blowin in the breeze, 
Leaves on treetops swayin
All I’m sayin is 
What comes a day 
Bein born
Is all you...

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The mine drowned the holler,
many reallocated
to trailer parks along the Interstate.

The school dwindled,
ran out of children
became a garage for dead trucks,
then a beer barn, then a Meth lab,
bubbling feuds resurfaced -
shotguns aimed at open secrets.

Oxycontin...

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Cold creeps
from swift whirlwinds
left me quivering with chattered teeth
and drenching with sweat.
Trumpeting;
foreshadow of war. 

There I was
aghast on the battlefield
accoutered with no armor or shield
and no cavalrymen to deploy;
ashen with fear.

Venomous arrowheads
seared me with scars
as...

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It’s not my fault, he shouted that night
when rain speared the ground like stinging arrows
caged his bony figure with endless streaks
and dragged the guilt from his bloody hands. 

I’m not to blame, he said that...

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DAWN
Night dark as a mute strangers gaze
By the minute, appears to  pale;
A clear sky of pristine light blue
Morning glistens with pearly dew
Gold edged arrowheads shoot at earth
Their glow warm as a mother's hug
Far, a...

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I have a shark's tooth
Found under the soil not so deep
In my Kansas yard.
I hide it from others so they will not ruin 
My illusions about it.

I feel it is from a fierce and mighty...

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As a kid, I loved to find any unusual shells and rocks; I do to this day.  I used to walk the piney woods of Georgia, with my favorite uncle.  He made up...

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