Create | Inspire | Empower
Sacagawea emerges from the hedgehog cacti
in the lot behind our crumpling house
heavy with cradleboard & mistaken
for a token of peace…
from “Bird Woman”
The boys next door are ignoring my son.
It’s playground politics, the fragile and shifting
power dynamics of these early friendships…
Read both poems at The Boiler.
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