To Get the Ball Rolling

I'll kick off the blog with something we could call the Venture Poetics Project.  This is something I wrote about my wife's temporary new job with the Indian Health Service in Sisseton, South Dakota.

You have chosen voluntary exile

semi-voluntary, quasi-coerced

we gallop across the northern plains

east to the land of wind and winter

a braid of lakes, freckles spangled

across a Dakota face

We steer by the Devil

detour to Sturgis

in search of pet friendliness

and the promise of free beer at happy hour

all rally long at Knucklehead’s saloon

Now you are ensconced

near where Custer got Sioux’d

in a little box at the end of the cul-de-sac

magic carrots lure asspuff rabbits

a missing coffee grinder nearly causes a tragedy

an icy first commute yields ass-warming Outback

charming elderlies,

Greybull and Greybuffalo,

Bulldog and Tincup and High Elk

Red Owl and Two Stars

Big Vs of geese honk north

I fill in at the homestead

answer the coyote howl, the head rammer

the gray maniac the shrieking bird

and the old gum eater

the sky is flying and the snow is dark

on St. Patsy’s Day