Junk tribal belonging to start a new day

to start a new day in the right way

these poems show what has been brewing in an often forgotten part of the American literary landscape

Land Where the Waters Reflect the Clouds—and the people’s roots here remain strong

so does the death toll due to sickness and despair

Junk tribal belonging to start a new dayJunk is a breakup poem in couplets: ice floe and hot lava, a tribute to Janet Jackson and nacho cheese. In the static that follows the loss of a job or an apartment or a boyfriend, what can you grab onto for orientation? The narrator wonders what happens to the sense of self when the illusion of security has been stripped away. And for an indigenous person, how do these lost markers of identity echo larger cultural losses and erasures in a changing