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Sometimes now I hear the voice of my great-grandmother, Agnes. It floats toward me like a soft breeze through an open window. (beginning of Prologue)

— Linda Hogan Solar Storms (1994)

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Blessed are they who listen
when no one is left to speak.

They think these are only stories
not what holds the world together
in its balance.

A History of Kindness (2020)

This land is the house we have always lived in

Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems (2014)

It really is true that the history of your people and your land is in the human body.

Some men sleep
with loose hands that by day are fists
holding fear

Dark. Sweet.: New & Selected Poems (2014)

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