Long long ago, before my grandmother’s time and even before her grandmothers, before the lands themselves had fallen into slumber,...

• Sun-Dried Sands

There is an old coyote who buries poems in the desert. He etches them upon scraps of bark and stones...

• Sun-Dried Sands

This is a story of dreaming, and of becoming, and of returning, because all things are cycles, and all that...

• Sun-Dried Sands