Sometimes the parable has more Underlay to it Than ‘truth’ itself. Within the coma Of a year’s stark breath The Flowering Tree has known Rankness. Frailty. Near death. But what of concepts germinated When the leaf was truly green? More pliable? When Time’s perpetuity evolved To the salute Of an earth-keeping unlined hand? Conceptually, the … Continue reading Trump and Pocahontas Slur: In Memory of Olivia Lone Bear