by Larry Brody
=&0=&It was the Navajo dog took me to the Hopi,
Their tribal enmity ignored. She said there was
A man there I had to talk to, and next morning
It was the Navajo dog took me to the Hopi,
Their tribal enmity ignored. She said there was
A man there I had to talk to, and next morning
From the Onion a few years back, but irresistible to a certain TVWriter™ BL known as LB:

Gang,
TVWriter™ Advanced Online Workshop #158 has been postponed and will start next week, September 14, 2016.
As of this writing, two places are left, so if you’ve got basic knowledge of screenplay format and are being chased by demons demanding that you get out of your current rut and start writing for TV, send me a writing sample (no more than 10 pages please) ASAP and we’ll talk.
God was quite a showman six thousand years ago.
Look at all that stuff with Moses, for example.
The staff turning into a serpent was just openers.
NOTE FROM LB:
The Navajo Dog is here! In this very poem. First one I ever wrote about her but didn’t get to her origin (well, she is a kind of superhero, after all) until much later.
But now you know she’s real, in the way that all poetry is real, and far beyond it as well. My teacher, my support system, back when I first went tracking the magic from Santa Fe to Monument Valley to Pine Ridge to Chaco Canyon, and uncountable (or unaccountable) points in between.