What do you think you would say
if you saw me digging away?
I tell you, if I could
trust me, I surely would,
dig, dig, dig for one whole day.
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The Drifting Tumbleweed
Chapter III: Eddy Edwards
Tony was so focused on Larry that he wasn’t paying attention to Eddy’s incessant chatter. But that was fairly typical. Eddy liked to talk and while he seldom found an audience, in The Drifting Tumbleweed no one made him stop. They just tuned him out. One time on a slow winter night, Tony started closing up a little early. Eddy was the only customer in the bar and started telling a story about his military days which was his favorite topic. Tony went to the back and did his nightly closing routine of closing everything down. It took at least fifteen minutes. When he came back, Eddy was still engaged in his story. Tony didn’t think Eddy even noticed he wasn’t in the room for a good portion of the the story.
Continue readingCatching up with the Horizon
We all get a dash
but it is rather short
and we spend so much time
trying to make it align
but actually, we just distort.
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Chapter II: Larry Dowd
It should probably be mentioned at this point, that Tony Twomoons did not, in fact, wish anyone any harm. Ever. His personal mantra aligned with ‘live and let live’. But that was the problem in the area at the moment. Not all the people were being allowed to live, were they? Someone had taken it upon themselves and started robbing other people of the most precious gift – the gift of life. For whatever reason, the fact that the victims had all been up to this point Native American and not white like the stranger that walked into the bar did not factor into Tony’s quick succession of thoughts. He also couldn’t explain why he naturally assumed the stranger would be another victim and not the killer. All Tony knew is when the stranger walked into the bar, Tony thought the blond-well-coiffed man with the popped up collar would be a victim not a perpetrator.
The stranger didn’t exactly do anything to change Tony’s mind either.
Continue readingLost Connection
We were friends, were we not?
I guess I was mistaken
our bond you left forsaken
what we shared wasn’t what I thought
because you quickly forgot.
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Chapter I: Tony Twomoons
Tyee Twomoons stood behind the bar drying glasses. His face expression hard as flint. Newcomers often made the assumption that he didn’t notice anything. That assumption was generally incorrect but typically lacked tangible proof. The regular patrons had learned not to underestimate what Tyee observed. Many a bar fight had been settled by Tyee recounting the events leading up to the brawl. No one could dispute his word. Tyee’s version was always accepted as fact and unruly patrons soon found themselves on the other side of the door if they attempted to argue. In the Drifting Tumbleweed Bar, Tyee’s seldom heard voice was law.
Although when he wasn’t on the reservation and here at the bar he was known as Tony Twomoons. While he grew up in an orphanage on the reservation his school was in town and only hired white teachers. None of his teachers could pronounce his first name. Until one teacher didn’t even try to say it and just called him Tony. Everyone could pronounce Tony so he just accepted it. It saved him the repetition of pronouncing his name at every roll call. Now he was usually surprised when he heard his own name and sometimes forgot to answer to Tyee.
Continue readingWords
Words fly around,
everywhere, everywhere,
words to comfort
words to cause hurt
some we hold, some we share.
Continue readingThicker than Water
If you have been alive for more than a minute, you might have heard this saying a time or two: blood is thicker than water. If you have, you are nodding your head. If you haven’t, let me explain. This has become the obligatory theme of families suggesting that a family member should always take precedence over anyone else. Family should always come first! Family should be above everyone else! I might have already lost a reader or two that might have experience this is not always a truth to adhere to. In a perfect world, this would be a fundamental truth. But you and I both know this is not a perfect world. It has become more of a you choose your family for the most part. So it might surprise you, as it did me, the original saying and meaning of this adage.
Continue readingSummer Season (a Dechnad Mor poem)
So it is the summer season.
Fun filled days are formin’.
Totally true, I’m not teasin’
sunshine sends me soarin’!
Continue readingThe Good Cause
If you have been following the news lately, you might be overwhelmed by all the tragic events unfolding. Perhaps you are wondering how you can help from your little corner of the world to ease the suffering somewhere. For me, it was the floods in Texas that sent me on a quest to find a way – small but some way – to contribute. This is what I found.
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