LB’s Poetry: “It Was The Navajo Dog Took Me To The Hopi”

by Larry Brody

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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 read article

LB’s Poetry: “Just Send Us Your Credits, And Your Most Recent Samples Too”

by Larry Brody

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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. read article

LB’s Poetry: “The World is Full of Dead Men”

by Larry Brody

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. read article

LB’s Poetry: “Dancing Stars”

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My friend the wild Indian

(See the feathers! Hear the bells!)

Points up at the night sky. Stars fixed read article

LB’s Poetry: “Kid Hollywood is Born: June, 1968”

NOTE FROM LB: 

People always ask how I got started as a television writer, and I my best to give them the condensed, educational, “You-can-do-it-too” version. But the following poem doesn’t just state the facts, it faces how I felt at the time the beginning – um – began. And since the poem was written many years, there must might be a trace or two of how I felt while I was writing this as well:

Kid Hollywood Is Born: June, 1968;
I Want To Write About Dreams read article