A true ghost story from 1970’s Nanaimo where something is not quite right with an old house on Harewood Rd.

A patch-work quilt stitched from dreams.

Texas Cherokee medicine in the 21st Century. Dignifying childhood's early quenching. Letter to my sisters by Michael Hawes.

I dreamt that I recorded the voices of my grandparents from beyond the grave.

Healing, hurting, hauling, howling and hoping on the Sea To Sky Highway.

Glimpses of evil and the responsibility of deliverance.

A look at early Texas history, with a focus on the non-Native players as seen through a Texas Cherokee's perspective.

Paying my respects to one of my guiding hands. Compadre, you’re with me everyday and I could never fill up your boots.

Swimming at gunpoint in Beaumont, Texas, a side trip to the Alamo and playing Red’s last requested songs on the Greyhound.

A talk about suicide.

Wedding rings, dreams, kokopillau, lightning trees, wanderers and a cotton thread running from ancient Egypt to Early Texas.

In which I learn of the purpose and fate of a poem I wrote twenty years before my retirement.