Words have no meaning in the language of the heart No sound No syllable No lettered thought Can express the something That dwells within the mirrored maze Of human feeling Only a touch A look A silent tear Tells all That can be told....Learn More

The pipes had been smoked Our chief, Black Kettle Had spoken The White Man could be trusted Surely No harm would come She thought Cradling her baby tight Looking up only briefly The tepee flap opened A blue-coated soldier Sword swinging at her neck....Learn More

That which be Through long and tearful hours create Is, in an instant Utterly destroyed The fatal washing of ungodly hands No print, no foot, gone With the tide, away....Learn More

He was a weird fellow Sat around reading books when he Should have been working Well, at least LOOKING like he was working Not that there’s all that much Work to do really But it’s important to our customers That we always look like we’re working It gives them confidence That they’re dealing with good, honest Americans Not a bunch of idiots who...Learn More