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In those days, Betty Crockeralways called for sifted flour, and soin homes across America, women sifted.When my mother's mother turnedthe wobbly red knob,…

Five first crocuses burst into bird-brilliant bloomand suddenly everything flies: behind a carascraps of paper rise, two from a flock, startled dumb.Some…

Wow!was written in the duston the beside table.The dawn and I blushed togetheras your spurschingedaround the kitchenas you started the fire.I stretched…

Henry Real Bird talks about Crow Indian culture and reads poems from his new collection, Wolf Teeth. He also sings a poem.About Henry Real Bird's…