Letter to America by Eva Hooker (opens in new tab)

Letter to America Where I walk the land is way-worn. The peregrine swoops into coastal sagebrush, then pivots through and upon the current, drifting in light—: she circles out over and into her beach-bur nest, makes herself into shadow that tenders her wild and dusky knowledge, her mother-wit. * Wind, water, bush-whack, turf cutter, bog-hoe once gouged these sandstone bluffs. Late morning fog moves over round humps of chamise. Children play beneath and pull at witches broom under the […] The ...