Native Americans use turquoise as a powerful healing tool connecting heaven and earth. It is associated with personal protection. This is all about forgetting, but in my dreams, he is remembering. In my dream, he says, I guess I’ll never wear that turquoise ring again. I don’t even know where it is. —You gave it to me a few years ago, I say. Remember? He doesn’t. Did you ever get it fixed? —Yes, I used to wear it all the time, like you. It’s too big now, or maybe I am too small. The dream follows me all day. My dad doesn’t remember who I am. I search my jewelry stash for the ring. Late that night, under the waxing crescent moon, I drive to my parents’ house. I creep through the front door, creep down the dark hallway, creep into their bedroom. Kneeling by the bed, I slip the turquoise ring under Dad’s side of the mattress. I creep into his dreams. I whisper, Remember. Please remember.
Olive L. Sullivan loves to walk on the prairie with her dogs. She travels anywhere that requires a passport. Her poetry, essays, and fiction have appeared in journals including, A Room of One's Own, The Little Balkans Review, The Midwest Quarterly, two anthologies, and in her full-length poetry collection, Wandering Bone (Meadowlark Books, 2017).
November’s guest editor, Ronda Miller, is a former State President of Kansas Authors Club, 2018-2019. Miller has four books of poetry: Going Home: Poems from My Life, MoonStain, WaterSigns and Winds of Time. Her book, I Love the Child (2019, Kellogg Press) won first place for Children’s Books at the 2020 Kansas Author’s Club State Convention. Miller wanders The Arikaree Breaks every chance she gets.