The Ballad of Belili the Beloved of Tanasi Clear waters of Ani-Yunwiya Struggle to the shore, Through Inca, Aztec, ancient Maya, From love to war. Dance, Beloved of Tanasi, Bring bright Baile home To climb the high spruce tree Before the soldiers come. May old Belili of Tanasi Let young Baile dance With me in my tree. Give us our chance To make a wild brown dark-eyed girl Or a boy who knows the song Boughs sing and rocks purl Their whole lives long.
From journals of three seasons and two winters at the highest hostel in the east, Song of the Winter Wren affords an inside view of the survival of a wilderness lodge, its crew and its bears and the mountain they loved.
Just a note to let you know I picked up Easy Go" last night and, honestly, I wasn't expecting much. I get lots of writing in the mail, but I was immediately absorbed, enthralled at times. I've read 77 pages so far. What an epic story about the Cherokee and so very well conceived and executed. Bo's journey is beautiful and earthy and transcendent and mythic. What an education and what a lift to read such original phrasing. [...] A really fine and original piece of literature. I hated to see it end, and savored it at an average of five pages daily over the last 50 just to string it out. Some really choice phrasing and character development and history there. What a fine contribution to Smokies lore and literature. Bravo! - Don Williams, New Millennium Writings, to the poet about Easy Go (Xlibris, 2008)