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REID BAER INTERVIEWS

I’ve stood, at sunrise, on flat military 

weapons ranges in CA, AZ, NM,

where my shadow stretched 100ft in 

front of me with my back to the sun. 

Warming me. 


I thought at that momement: 


The sun is too bright.

The shadows are too dark

Too long,

There are no gray areas

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CLASSIC POEMS

A STORY THAT COULD BE TRUE

by William Stafford


If you were exchanged in the cradle

and your real mother died

without ever telling the story 

then no one knows your name, 

and somewhere in the world 

your father is lost and needs you 

but you are far away.


He can never find 

how true you are, how ready.

When the great wind comes

and the robberies of the rain

you stand in the corner shivering.

The people who go by -

you wonder at their calm.


They miss the whisper that runs

any day in your mind, 

"Who are you really?" , wanderer?" -

and the answer you have to give

no matter how dark and cold

the world around you is:

"Maybe I'm a king."


Lakota Medicine

By PB


     In the seclusion of my room, I root through a bedside table and find an unlit smudge stick. I bring it up to my nostrils and sniff...and sniff again.

     My senses flood back to the last sacred lodge I sat in - built with bent saplings and covered by colorful Star Quilt  cotton blankets.

     Not all men endure well this intense red glow of Grandfather rocks shoveled into the inner pit by firetenders, echoing the call of “Aho. Mitakuye Oyasin.”

     I wait but-naked with other men in the crisp mountain air. We crawl on dirt into the dark sweat circle, glad for that first blast of heat and burning sage.

     “Who do you serve?” One elder inside,  beside the door, asks. As I reply, he stops me, “Don’t answer now! Sit with it.”

     And I do.


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