To Timothy Murphy, Regarding Russell and Remington

I tell you, Tim – if manly Charlie Russell
And Frederic Remington were still around,
The former, at-it with his gaucho muscle –
The latter, at-it with his Indian mound –
Each one would lay aside his paints, immerse
His brush in turpentine, pick up your verse,
And, having read one line, would cry, “Astound-
Ing!” Mine? Each man would mouth it as he frowned,
Mind wandering to desert regions cursed
By women trading wampum counterfeit,
And turn aside to brass spittoons, and spit.
Their jaws, they’d clench, their booted toes, they’d curl,
Pretending not to recognize a girl
To mutter, in those male minds, “Mother Wit!”

Jennifer Reeser

Jennifer Reeser

Jennifer Reeser’s seventh collection, Strong Feather, is forthcoming from Able Muse Press, the sequel to INDIGENOUS, which was awarded “Best Poetry Book of 2019” by Englewood Review of Books. Her translations have appeared in POETRY, Rattle, The Hudson Review, The Formalist, and others. She is a bi-racial writer of European-Native American ancestry. Her website may be viewed at www.jenniferreeser.com
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Jennifer Reeser’s seventh collection, Strong Feather, is forthcoming from Able Muse Press, the sequel to INDIGENOUS, which was awarded “Best Poetry Book of 2019” by Englewood Review of Books. Her translations have appeared in POETRY, Rattle, The Hudson Review, The Formalist, and others. She is a bi-racial writer of European-Native American ancestry. Her website may be viewed at www.jenniferreeser.com