Travels with a Deaf Chippewa

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Glenn and his Gibson Nighthawk somewhere in the woods of Wisconsin. Jamie and I in the Tuolumne Meadows

Thunder Bay at dawn

Wisconsin woods by nightfall

The Jeep’s tires disregarding

the line of demarcation

Cananda First Nation

U. S. reservation

He lifted his Gibson Nighthawk from the back

and placed it lovingly on a blanket spread over nettles

Pulled his long hair into a ponytail and

plugged the amp into a camp site power pole

as he settled into a low beach chair,

he smiled at me and cranked up the volume.

I signed “taking a walk”

and sprinted up the hillside,

away from the river he could not hear flowing

and the music he heard only through his feet.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.

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