September, 2017

(archives)

anglo-american

– brianprince

inheritance given
a life not earned
immigrant. adopted.
lost. foreign.
i have no lineage
took no pilgrimage
a zero-generation
anglo-american.

unfamiliar soil (mother)
mysterious seed (father)
thieved land (america)
it’s where i sleep.

it’s also
where i see.
so i’ll take the heat
of this apparent
racial hostility
and seek what
i believe to be
peacedom, taking heed
in this adopted body.

to be present
all future
all forward
no history.

paiute

– brianprince

a salute to whom we concern
make up these grains
these sands
these times
rest in strength
upon this ancient
land.

we do
not know
history fully
oh, numa,
the paiute who
have shared
this valley
ancient.
sacred. we
must wake.

we
must
wake.

to the grounds
our ancestors
have taken.

and ask for
forgiveness so
soon we can
experience the
water again.

these coyote’s
children living in
the water’s ditch
we must never
ever, ever forget.

forgive us.
forgive them.
let’s move forward
in ancient
seabed.

grays river

– brianprince

middle of
nowhere
no one to
be found.
moving on
mourning loses
where harsh
hues turn to
gray washes.
post-letting-go
sans-toxicity.
counting blessings
miracles written.
left with every
thing that’s
right.

discovering
a
covered
bridge.

for the win.