Is poetry a private affair or can it speak to the masses? Where does poetry come from? Does it call from some deep inner recess where life and death are concurrently happening? I personally believe poetry... click here for more...

As a boy, a hawk hidden as chestnut remnant, perpetually starlit, dizzy from lead paint chips and shotgun smoke, eyes posted in the Penny Saver, to let everyone inside...as a boy with lumped skull, barefoot, skinny, running proud through silent, green thicket... click here for more...

All April day it rained. Not just any rain but a “cats and dogs” downpour skittering loose down the street, conjuring up the broke and broken, while inside unheated garret and water-streaked windows I think of the homeless I walked past yesterday... click here for more...

1. The last pow wow I attended was a New Year’s pow wow in the Portland Armory. An owl dance was announced and a girl asked me to dance. I turned her down. As was the rule I had to give her money and apologize, I didn’t. I sat in a gray folding chair as the announcer pointed in my direction... click here for more...

“Smuggling Cherokee” is a visionary piece of work. Kim Shuck is the winner of the North American Native authors First Book Award, and the Diane Decorah Award for Poetry. She is a poet, weaver, educator, doer of piles of laundry, planter of seeds... click here for more...