Biography of Piegan Apsaroke
Of mixed descent from northern Amerindian ancestors and British colonists, I live in a strange place among strange monkeys and the Pillars of Hercules feeling displaced and confused... so I write poetry to find my roots in Manitou's heaven...
...and I love and I dream, I dream and I love, I love to dream, and I dream to love!
Piegan Apsaroke Poems
Churning vortices of fire Centrifugal tunnels of water Bursting scattershots of rock The mechanics of upheaval
Now, I Hope
In this universe of mirrors and metaphors, I reflect and parallel all realities. All realities are in each mind, But deep.
I am present without warning I show my true self only in the dark But I belong neither to night nor day I am intricate and whole
I spent Four thousand years Locked in Stone
I am present without warning
I show my true self only in the dark
But I belong neither to night nor day
I am intricate and whole
Not art but wrought passion
Excellent deep delight of essentialities
I am the extreme purity of virginal thirst
I neither show my truth nor conceal it
My innocence is described dimly