Linda Hogan
Linda Hogan
Linda K. Hoganis a Native American poet, storyteller, academic, playwright, novelist, environmentalist and writer of short stories. She is currently the Chickasaw Nation's Writer in Residence...
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highlight remember
You can't remember Mariah Carey ? Hello! That was the highlight of the whole weekend. She's like a princess.
grow married
I can't be married to another person for 30 years; I can't grow up with another person -- that just won't happen, not in this lifetime.
foot front gave strength
That gave me the strength to put one foot in front of another and keep going, ... And that's what we're going to do.
knowing merit mom national proud selected tough
Especially being selected as a national merit scholar, I'm just fantastically proud of her, ... But it's just real tough knowing that that her mom couldn't be there. That's real hard.
spiritual nature healing
Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
get-well healing people
Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.
patience nature garden
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.
ocean dark winter
Walking, I can almost hear the redwoods beating. And the oceans are above me here, rolling clouds, heavy and dark. It is winter and there is smoke from the fires. It is a world of elemental attention, of all things working together, listening to what speaks in the blood. Whichever road I follow, I walk in the land of many gods, and they love and eat one another. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
dream journey air
There are ways in, journeys to the center of life, through time; through air, matter, dream and thought. The ways are not always mapped or charted, but sometimes being lost, if there is such a thing, is the sweetest place to be. And always, in this search, a person might find that she is already there, at the center of the world. It may be a broken world, but it is glorious nonetheless.
years listening-ear tree
A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I’ve envisioned that woman’s silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.
law together want
Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart.
bird teeth crocodiles
The crocodile doesn't harm the bird that cleans his teeth for him. He eats the others but not that one.
half answers mystery
Mystery is part of each life, and maybe it is healthier to uphold it than to spend a lifetime in search of half-made answers.