Poem of the Week: “Indian Boarding School: The Runaways” By Louise Erdrich

Home’s the place we head for in our sleep. Boxcars stumbling north in dreams don’t wait for us. We catch them on the run. The rails, old lacerations that we love, shoot parallel across the face and break just under Turtle Mountains. Riding scars you can’t get lost. Home is the place they cross.  Continue reading “Poem of the Week: “Indian Boarding School: The Runaways” By Louise Erdrich”