The Wheel, the Horse, the Ladder to the Sky The People called him “the only begotten son” because nobody except me knew who the father was. We sit together in the Pueblo marketplace selling the pottery I make. Acoma plays on a red and black blanket I traded with a Hopi weaver when the baby was born. She was an apprentice weaver and with that knotwork on the fringe, I wasn’t surprised to see her behind the desk down at […]

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