Category Archives: Buffalo Man

we star the dark

It is dark, the deep end of evening. I stand at the river’s edge, the garden lush and green around me. I can hear the breeze through leaves. I can smell the yearning into the air. Suddenly, I hear the … Continue reading

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what comes of this

I walk out from the garden, wanting to be among the buffalo. My feet find an easy path and I follow it up a small rise to a gnarled old tree. The herd is before me, lingering at the shore … Continue reading

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to see the life come into all of this

I am trying to cultivate a garden on my bank of the river. I have laid down rich soils and fenced off the rows, but the hot wind off the plain keeps leaching all the moisture out. I stand with … Continue reading

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how it begins

Buffalo Man leads Lake Water Woman to story Buffalo Man breathes over the water and smiles. There you are, he says, holding out his hand to me. I say, I think I’m ready. He says, Yes, I think you are. … Continue reading

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in reflection

Buffalo Man looks into the water to see if he might see himself reflected, but all he sees is stars. Lake Water Woman says nothing. OOO

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hermit walk opens time

Somewhere along the line I lost my footing and now I can’t get purchase, I am floundering. I call for help. “It takes time.” The voice is old and clear. “Yes I respect that. It’s just that I’m pretty overwhelmed … Continue reading

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where I am, so he is

I was standing at the end of the pier with the wind in my hair. I was going to have to go into the water, I knew I was, but it was full of chop and turmoil and I knew … Continue reading

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