You walk us into Canyon de Chelly, letting the horses lead under peach, willow, and cottonwood while canyon walls press close like red, scarred legs. A Navajo man with yellowed eyes offers an atlatl and a glass arrowhead, then drifts toward dust and discount stores beyond the rim. Lean wallets and Nation headlines, a rain-fat sky, a headphone-clamped boy on horseback, and blunt warning billboards slide past before you ask us to kiss the rock and hush our money. Chefs kiss! I'm locked in.
I love how you trust us with these concrete images. The beer-bottle arrowhead and scabby dogs pull me in faster than any tidy summary could. Your final invitation to bless the stone lands softly, like a secret you pass in the dark.
I love how your poetry immediately takes me to this world you're building with your words, where I can see everything so vividly
aw thank you, love
Just astonishing
Love this will have to settle in with it and give you some thoughts!
xo please do thank you!
You walk us into Canyon de Chelly, letting the horses lead under peach, willow, and cottonwood while canyon walls press close like red, scarred legs. A Navajo man with yellowed eyes offers an atlatl and a glass arrowhead, then drifts toward dust and discount stores beyond the rim. Lean wallets and Nation headlines, a rain-fat sky, a headphone-clamped boy on horseback, and blunt warning billboards slide past before you ask us to kiss the rock and hush our money. Chefs kiss! I'm locked in.
I love how you trust us with these concrete images. The beer-bottle arrowhead and scabby dogs pull me in faster than any tidy summary could. Your final invitation to bless the stone lands softly, like a secret you pass in the dark.
Beautiful imagery
thank you so much! beautiful land.