One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

At first I was blogging everyday, but I don't do that anymore. It varies; sometimes I'll write these little essays and other times political commentaries. Other times it'll just be new work that I'm doing.

When I was in graduate school, my thesis included both poetry and essays. Influenced by the personal essays of James Baldwin and Norman Mailer, I loved the form, but pretty much stopped.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

I tried to think of my knowledge, but it was a squirrel's heap of winter nuts. There was no strength in my knowledge any more and I felt small and naked as a new-hatched bird.

I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.