Poetry/Native American
About the Author
Coyote, tell me a little
about your wily ways,
I’ve got so much to learn
and am going no place in particular.
I want to be a thief of fire,
sing lonely ballads to the
Brush Dance Boy in the moon,
I want to trade you smoked salmon
for a few tricks, some acorns for a single truth.
Let’s go for a ride
in your two-tone truck,
half river-green, half reservation mud,
with vanity plates announcing
“Creator of the World.”
—from “Coyote Tails” |
The Smokehouse Boys
Shaunna Oteka McCovey
96 pp (5.5 x 8.5)
Trade Paper, ISBN: 1-59714-019-8, $11.95
Poems of grace, heartbreak, and wry, beautiful simplicity.
Love begins upriver, at Katamiin, the Karuk center of the world. Here creation was danced into existence; here “the might of a bulldozer does not equal the will of ten thousand years.”
Shaunna Oteka McCovey is a river guide to these places, a cartographer of that which is created, lost, and regained. The old ways are at war—with alcoholism, heroin, and poverty—using ancient weapons, maidenhair, mussel shells, and beargrass. Their heroes are the Brush Dance Boy, Wovoka, and the Smokehouse Boys, who are made of:
1part smoke,
2 parts shadow,
1 part whispering wind,
2 parts sharpshooter,
1/2 singers of old Deerskin Dance songs.
Anchored in the mountains and forests of northwestern California, yet at the same time transcending boundaries, The Smokehouse Boys is timeless poetry from a timeless people. |