"The voice of a medicine girl all grown up..." —Jazmin Aminian Jordán
Contemporary folk poems.
How do we create the story of self?
How do ancestors and pain shape our story?
How do we self heal toward a life of sacred awareness?
There is always a hydrangea
front right flower bed next to the gate
consumed by Morning Glory
a woman comes to the garage sale and says
That sure is an unusual color for a hydrangea
then her and gran talk about the weather
you like to think
that your hydrangea
is rare
—The soil where you’re planted, page 12
