There has seldom been so forgotten a love story as that between man and the horse. Emerging from a long evolution stretching back nearly 50 million years, the horse predates the human. For approximately

Eulogy for the Ones We Left Behind I can recall looking inside the yellow-poplar cabinet of my heart. I can recall its rhythm; Knock-knock-knockin’ to the sound of waves stirring in a sleeping sea. Have

Obroni! Nyame Nwu na Mawu God will die before I do. I will not fear this devouring land; We must learn to spare each other. For it is here, That the young must learn to drink wisely and breathe slowly.

Damnation on Dakota Dock When I was old, We’d take the stroll and find our reflections in splintered ice. But now that I’m young, Winter is done; I’d see my new complexion and roll the waters’ dice. So

Sojourn on Saudade Ridge And behold, The gift beget of my struggle: Saudade Ridge. I turn, To face the setting sun. Below, I see the stream, Like a carpenter of the Earth, who carves its slow work through

My maternal grandparents breed and raise Morgan horses in Oklahoma for a living; it is from them that my family has caught the horse-fever. This gorgeous buckskin mare is one of my Grandmother’s favorites.

For the Xunaa Mothers Dear mothers in Hoona, Do you hear the Raven’s call? It is carried by the North wind you so desired to escape. You see your husbands, Your sons, They leave on wooden canoes. You worry

What features define the American mindset? What conglomerate of traits compose the American mind? The American archetype has become a global standard, more or less, for the average accumulation of choices

Horseman's Ode In the dark, I meet your skin. Your veins run like hidden rivers beneath you, Carrying the spirit of your immutable heart. It pulses, Like the light of the stars above. We run in pace with

Church on Chochmo's Hill Have you seen the Church, That sleeps on Chochmo’s Hill? It waits, Unwavering, In the aspen clearing. The grass is brought to lull, Subtly dancing in the wind. The dust within

Ocala Prophets Ever slowly, The boat crawls between singing waters. The sun, Sinking below the endless line of longleaf pine and mangrove, Grasps at what little reflections it can still reach. The cat-tails

New River Gorge had a Kid Like soldiers of winter’s old, We climbed the bluff, Under the authority of none but our own. Far behind us (past the creek one of us fell in, Ice cracking and eyes laughing)

Eulogy for the Watermen You watched the birth of day; Dawn casts waves of gold. And only you understand the salt on the breeze, The tears in the valleys, The wind through the trees. I watched you: To catch

Oklahoman Evensong The eyes with which God sees me - I look up and meet His gaze. On a dark summer night, The stars gave me a new home. I soon fall asleep - The tired eyes of the living, And their photos

I have just recently finished reading an expertly compiled article by the user @nolnocluap concerning the historical development of Humanistic theory in psychology. Humanistic theory was created as a response

Hello My last name is Burns, and this is my #IntroduceYourself (and hence, first) post on SteemIt. As I understand it, trust seems to be something of a commodity here, so I must ask for your forgiveness