“It was what ghost dancers heard in their dream of bringing buffalo down from the sky as if song and prayer were paths life would follow back to land.”
             -from the poem “Return: Buffalo” by Linda Hogan

Santa Fe Train Station
Cushing, Oklahoma
© C.C. Brooks

“The mist of history lies thickly in the flood plain of Washita . . . Coronado stopped here on his quest for the fabled golden cities.  Juan de Onate came looking for mythical Quivera, seeking the god that white men worship above all things: gold.”

            -from the poem “Fractured Earth: a prophecy” by Dorothy Alexander

 

 

“Raindrops on your glasses; there you go again, reading the clouds.”
           -From Braided Creek, Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison

Santa Fe Train Station
Cushing, Oklahoma
© C.C. Brooks

“I have white hair now
White as the Milky Way at night,
The path souls travel . . . ”
            -from the poem “In Here” by Linda Hogan

Path next to the Illinois River
© C.C. Brooks
 

“Each time I go outside the world is different.  This has happened all my life.”
           -From Braided Creek, Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison

old Railroad warehouse
Henryetta, Oklahoma
 © C.C. Brooks

“She wears turquoise
It balances the red dirt”
        -from the poem “Red Dirt and Turquoise” by Ken Hada

 

old Railroad warehouse
Henryetta, Oklahoma
© C.C. Brooks

I found two dead sparrows in the backyard last year.  One could spend a lifetime and never spot a dead crow.



fly fishing
Illinois River
© C.C. Brooks
 

“If you can awaken inside the familiar and discover it strange you never leave home.”

            -From Braided Creek, Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison

old Railroad warehouse
Henryetta, Oklahoma
 © C.C. Brooks

“ . . . all I want to know is what they call sin.  Me, I have never sinned unless you call it being alive.”
                 -from the poem “The Daughter of Eve” by Linda Hogan




Checotah, Oklahoma
© C.C. Brooks

“I felt only what American Horse said.  He said, I feel a wish to go out in the forest and cover my head with a blanket so that I can see no more and have a chance to think over what I’ve seen.”
             -from the poem “In Here” by Linda Hogan

Jacobson House
Norman, Oklahoma
© C.C. Brooks

“They taught us about souls and prophets.  As for us, we had no word for soul because the whole earth is our soul.”

            -from the poem “In Here” by Linda Hogan

 

Lodge Poles
Jacobson House
Norman, Oklahoma
© C.C. Brooks

“The Europeans did not know navigation.  They had to take homing birds with them on ocean voyages to find their way home, while we traveled by the stars.”
               -from the poem “In Here” by Linda Hogan