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- October 4, 2011: HEADS UP!
- August 17, 2011: What Time is it in the Garden?
- July 19, 2011: The Beautiful People of the Patriot Guard
- May 23, 2011: Sense Refreshment
- May 16, 2011: Make A Joyful Noise
- February 10, 2011: Mass Psychology and Financial Insanity
- January 16, 2011: CON
- October 25, 2010: ALL GOD'S CHILDREN GOT RHYTHM
- October 11, 2010: Taking Flight
- July 22, 2010: The Cost of Living in Baker City
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Smudging the Book
Taking the flame to the crisp
Dry-green sweetgrass’ end curl;
Keeping the blow of my breath
Captive in my mouth while the feather instead
Takes the task: to fan the barely alive ember
into a purging spirit;
Holding the book of stunning stories aloft,
so every page is arrested in the new air
of sacred smoke;
Preparing for this next change ~
The sudden, unexpected one
That will fit the puzzle someday,
That will come to be understood
As, even pained, perfect.
Linda Bergeron writes from Halfway, Oregon.