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Indian Plume (For Crazy Horse)
Crazy Horse stole his first wife. Black Buffalo Woman was married to another man named No Water. Crazy Horse just up and stole her and, in ...
The Horse Star (For Crazy Horse)
All through the Badlands there are reminders of who used to own this land. There are hay-colored grasses and scrub trees standing silently lik...
Winter Monument (For Crazy Horse)
When one drives through the Badlands or the Gila wilderness at night, one keeps company with the stars. They are never more visible, never more...
The White Lodge
As a kid, I remember seeing cars and trucks with dead deer lashed to them in autumn. Deer Season. The men in our neighborhood would go up to W...
The Black Petals
There is a lovely flower store across the street from my studio called Larkspur. My friend, Beth Barnett, owns it. Sometimes when it is gray a...
Winter Crosses
Winter in the Badlands is, to say the least, formidable. The wind, hail, snow and freezing-sideways-rain can create a whiteout in seconds. It i...
The Deer Music
In Larry McMurtry‘s splendid Crazy Horse, the author does something really smart, he measures what Crazy Horse means to his people and to us as ...
Crazy Horse Among Falling Stars
Upon returning from Tokyo, I started re-reading my notes about Crazy Horse and at the same time, Basho’s poem-diaries. It struck me how much th...