Wild Herb Ways. Vitaliste bioregiónal. Healing biospirit. Magical Realism. Fiction author Paul Manski. SW on Turtle Island. Ocotillo, juniper to pine bioregion.
Wild Herb Ways. Vitaliste bioregiónal. Healing biospirit. Magical Realism. Fiction author Paul Manski. SW on Turtle Island. Ocotillo, juniper to pine bioregion.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
sky looking like rain
sheep camp alkali creek
spring summer autumn winter
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Friday, July 30, 2010
CatFish John
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music,
original music
BajaArizona
BajaArizona, salt river/Gila/Agua Fria bioregion, tracing water from white mountains black river, through the black Canyon white river, forming the Salt/Gila/Agua Fria watershed. Spirituality localized in place, spiritual geography. Spiritual place: ponderosa pine flowing into saguaro, standing people,
walking howling Arizona grey wolf walking persons, elk eating grass running people, riparian willow and flowering people, always the land, our earth singing us in this way. Drinking snow melt and lightning rain, hail and obsidian, creosote and prickly pear, cholla and mesquite standing, swaying in the wind people. Our country in the landscape, a geography of place, knowing earth, walking. Listening watching for a song
walking howling Arizona grey wolf walking persons, elk eating grass running people, riparian willow and flowering people, always the land, our earth singing us in this way. Drinking snow melt and lightning rain, hail and obsidian, creosote and prickly pear, cholla and mesquite standing, swaying in the wind people. Our country in the landscape, a geography of place, knowing earth, walking. Listening watching for a song
Friday, November 13, 2009
A Night with Coyote at Square Butte
Night with Coyote
Night at Square Butte
by Paul Manski
Black eyes, black hair
Phyllis in a white button down western shirt
Wrangler jeans, boots with pointed toes
She smells like leather, fry bread and alfalfa hay
Television playing nobody watches
As I enter
Sitting watching the Flinstones
He puts a tape in the VCR
I hand her a box of diapers and a wooden puzzle
On the paved road toward K-town
He walks over and says, "This is my sister Phyllis. I'll get my horse."
Nobody says anything and after about 20 minutes I'm done trimming
Thick fingers chopping wood, hauling water and hay
He told me the story
he hid out here for medicine and songs
Inside the hogan he sat me next to the door
Between the kids and the cedar chief
puked my guts out in the sage brush
I saw the milky way horizon to horizon
It IS the road to follow
corn husk filled nat'oh
Spoken words took form, spirit/wind moving
From the heart wishing beauty
Hozho' nahasdlii, Hozho nahasdlii
Exhaling prayer/smoke in four directions
Between my ears a coyote sang, 'Cantad amigo'
Placing my cornhusk body with their's
Each pile of ashes a hogan
Man and woman making earth come true
She sat south side
She understood every move
pulsating my dead mother, my first lover, my wife
You always a Changing-woman, Asdzani.
Mouth filled with Azee'
Chewing chewing, more bitter water
Todachini
Coyote heard us singing
That's why he came by
Ma'ii heard us singing
But he won't come inside
We're nicely dressed inside
With wrangler jeans and pointed boots
That's why he stopped by
Your fur coat is beautiful
In the moonlight
Coyote passes by
Night at Square Butte
by Paul Manski
Black eyes, black hair
Phyllis in a white button down western shirt
Wrangler jeans, boots with pointed toes
She smells like leather, fry bread and alfalfa hay
Starving wormy res dogs sniff my feet
Pearl white 92' Ford RangerTelevision playing nobody watches
As I enter
Shaking hand
Using a finger touch gripHe puts a tape in the VCR
His baby girl, and the girl's mother, maybe 16 years old
Open presents and drink Coca ColaI hand her a box of diapers and a wooden puzzle
"Timothy's feeding the horses. He told me about you. He said you would trim his feet."
Out the door following on the dirt road
Past Kaibeto storeOn the paved road toward K-town
through the junipers
His grandfather's hogan is below Square Butte
Last light on Naatsis'aan
I get my chaps, nippers, rasp and hoof knife from my pick up.
Everything is red, the rocks, the dirt, the horse, her skin.
Timothy has a halter and lead rope in his hand.He walks over and says, "This is my sister Phyllis. I'll get my horse."
He shows me the paint's hoof
"must have foundered, probably grow out". I said
I blow in the horses nose, put my hand on his withers, reach down, start to nip and trim.Nobody says anything and after about 20 minutes I'm done trimming
"Are you going to stay?"
"Sure, that's why I'm here."
I meet grand pa Benett
His hands were stories and songsThick fingers chopping wood, hauling water and hay
He told me the story
he hid out here for medicine and songs
He brought good news
I was Timothy's friend and I was welcomeInside the hogan he sat me next to the door
Between the kids and the cedar chief
His Dad made the red earth altar with a cement trowel.
Red crescent moon
Washed it down with bitter tea
At midnight I ran outsidepuked my guts out in the sage brush
I saw the milky way horizon to horizon
Like a road to follow
It IS the road to follow
He said, "Bila-ashdla", Five fingers
I held the glowing cedarcorn husk filled nat'oh
Spoken words took form, spirit/wind moving
From the heart wishing beauty
Hozho' nahasdlii, Hozho nahasdlii
Exhaling prayer/smoke in four directions
Between my ears a coyote sang, 'Cantad amigo'
I walked toward red earth mesa altar
Walking clockwise with the sun east south westPlacing my cornhusk body with their's
Each pile of ashes a hogan
Man and woman making earth come true
She sat south side
She understood every move
She said, 'Sit down', with her eyes
In a hand gesture, sweet smokepulsating my dead mother, my first lover, my wife
You always a Changing-woman, Asdzani.
Mouth filled with Azee'
Chewing chewing, more bitter water
Todachini
Morning song, around and around
Voices of a circle, in a circle singingCoyote heard us singing
That's why he came by
Coyote loves this singing
If he had five fingers he'd come inside
Ma'ii loves this singing
That's why he came byMa'ii heard us singing
But he won't come inside
We're nicely dressed inside
With wrangler jeans and pointed boots
That's why he stopped by
Your fur coat is beautiful
In the moonlight
Coyote passes by
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