Years Grew a Keloid

"The voice of a medicine girl all grown up..." --Jazmin Aminian JordAn

Contemporary folk poems.

How do we create the story of self?

How do ancestors and pain shape our story?

How do we self heal toward a life of sacred awareness?

There is always a hydrangea

front right flower bed next to the gate

consumed by Morning Glory

a woman comes to the garage sale and says

That sure is an unusual color for a hydrangea

then her and gran talk about the weather

you like to think

that your hydrangea

is rare

--The soil where you're planted, page 12