How we became human : new and selected poems

The last song Watching crow, looking south toward the Manzano Mountains ;-- "for a hopi silversmith" -- San Juan Pueblo and South Dakota are 800 miles away on a map -- "he told me his name was sitting bull" -- 3 a.m. -- "the last song" -- Are you still there?-- Conversations between here and home. --

What moon drove me to this? Four horse songs -- I am a dangerous woman -- There was a dance, sweetheart -- Crossing the border -- Someone talking -- Fire. --

She had some horses Call it fear -- Anchorage -- For Alva Benson, and for those who have learned to speak -- The woman hanging from the thirteenth floor window -- White bear -- Skeleton of winter -- Remember -- New Orleans -- She had some horses -- I give you back. --

Secrets from the center of the world My house is the red earth -- If you look with the mind of the swirling earth -- If all events are related -- This land is a poem -- Anything that matters -- Invisible fish -- Don't bother the earth spirit -- It is an honor. --

In mad love and war Grace -- Deer dancer -- For Anna Mae Pictou Aquash, whose spirit is present here and in the dappled stars -- Trickster -- Bird -- The real revolution is love -- Song for the deer and myself to return on -- Rainy dawn -- Santa Fe -- Desire -- The book of myths -- Transformations -- Eagle poem. --

The woman who fell from the sky Reconciliation, a prayer -- The creation story -- The woman who fell from the sky -- The flood -- A postcolonial tale -- The myth of blackbirds -- The song of the house in the house -- Letter from the end of the twentieth century -- Promise of blue horses -- The place the musician became a bear -- Fishing -- Promise -- The dawn appears with butterflies -- Perhaps the world ends here. --

A map to the next world : poems and tales Songline of dawn -- A map to the next world -- The end -- Emergence -- Songs from the house of death, or, How to make it through to the end of a relationship -- The path to the Milky Way leads through Los Angeles -- The power of never -- Hold up -- Returning from the enemy -- The ceremony -- This is my heart -- Protocol -- Morning song. --

In praise of earth -- Letter (with songline) to the Breathmaker -- I am not ready to die yet -- Naming -- Faith -- Equinox -- Ah, ah -- Morning prayers -- The everlasting -- And if I awaken in Los Angeles -- It's raining in Honolulu -- Rushing the Pali -- When the world as we knew it ended.

Weaving sundown in a scarlet light : fifty poems for fifty years

Poems. Selections

The last song -- Are you still there? -- Anchorage -- For Alva Benson, and for those who have learned to speak -- The woman hanging from the thirteenth-floor window -- Remember -- New Orleans -- She had some horses -- I give you back -- My house is the red earth -- Grace -- Deer dancer -- For Anna Mae Pictou Aquash, whose spirit is present here and in the dappled stars -- Bird -- Rainy Dawn -- Santa Fe -- Eagle poem -- The creation story -- A postcolonial tale -- The dawn appears with butterflies -- Perhaps the world ends here -- A map to the next world -- Emergence -- The path to the Milky Way leads through Los Angeles -- Equinox -- It's raining in Honolulu -- When the world as we knew it ended -- For calling the spirit back from wandering the Earth in its human feet -- Rabbit is up to tricks -- No -- This morning I pray for my enemies -- Praise the rain -- Speaking tree -- Fall song -- Sunrise -- Break my heart -- Washing my mother's body -- How to write a poem in a time of war -- Running -- My man's feet -- Tobacco origin story -- Redbird love -- An American sunrise -- Frog in a dry river -- Prepare -- The life of beauty -- How love blows through the trees -- Sundown walks to the edge of the story -- Somewhere -- Without.