Tiny Truth (untitled micro-essay)

Lakota voices murmur above the crowd at Rushmore, saying we’re still alive and still lay claim to what’s ours. The mountain weeps at the words below; pines scream as jets above sear them. I awaken and realize it was a dream. If you yearn for change, dreams matter.

Published in the Fall 2022 issue of Creative Nonfiction.

2 comments

  1. Thank you, Ruth! Your thoughts and essays are interesting and inspiring. Thank you also for your compassion, especially all your charitable trips to the border. Albert G.ex-SD11 now SD6

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