Ghosts of Grass. A poem by Steve Passey

Ghosts of Grass Here: It’s the katabatic winds coming down from the mountains hard like the love and the wrath of God. It’s the borealis that comes with the thirty below on the first of March. It’s the ghosts of grass and a million buffalo. It’s Red Crow and Joseph Smith and coyote songs andContinue reading “Ghosts of Grass. A poem by Steve Passey”