He Made A Story For All Of

Because If You Weren't Born White, You Were Forced To See Differences; Or If You Weren't Born What They Called Normal, Or If You Got Injured, Then You Were Left To Explore The World Of The Different.

For A Long Time He Had Been White Smoke. He Did Not Realize That Until He Left The Hospital, Because White Smoke Had No Consciousness Of Itself. It Faded Into The White World Of Their Bed Sheets And Walls; It Was Sucked Away By The Words Of Doctors Who Tried To Talk To The Invisible Scattered Smoke... They Saw His Outline But They Did Not Realize It Was Hollow Inside.

I Write In Order To Find Out What I Truly Know And How I Really Feel About Certain Things. Writing Requires Me To Go Much Deeper Into My Thoughts And Memories Than Conversation Does. Writing Provides The Solitude Necessary To Reflect On Being In This World.

Janice Gould Is One Of Our Best Poets. The Music Of Her Poetry Will Delight You, And Her Gentle Courageous Accounts Of Tribal, Family, And Personal History Make This Book Unforgettable. Doubters And Dreamers Is A Master-piece.

As Long As The Hummingbird Had Not Abandoned The Land, Somewhere There Were Still Flowers, And They Could All Go On.