If, like me, you can never get enough of coyote - the flesh and blood canine or the mythological trickster - you might want to dip into Coyote Wind, a book as magical and provocative as coyote. A wildly gifted poet, Dyana Basist has courted coyote for years and coyote has responded in ways that will leave you delightfully off balance. Dyana Basist is one of the Wayfinders, sharing a map into uncharted territory - the wild within and without.
Just a teaser - excerpted from the poem "Coyote Under My Skin"
Coyote’s snout rises above the alfalfa
where he hides, gawks at the prairie dogs
who stand on their hind legs, alert.
He gives up, bored and hungry,
naps, his mouth ajar
two moths fly in
like flute notes being sucked back to silence.
His mouth closes and opens again
seven yellow moths flutter out
chase each other,
higher and higher until
they become the Pleiades
a hoof in the night sky.
A lot of work for coyote to birth stars
you’d think he’d be able to snag a prairie dog. . .
If you want to order Coyote Wind, contact Dyana Basist at firstname.lastname@example.org