James Welch (writer)

"Scattered in the wind Earthboy calls me from my dreams: Dirt is where the dreams must end."

"(Do you remember the first Native writers you read?) LE: Yes. James Welch's Winter in the Blood came out in 1972...Winter in the Blood blew me away. That book told me about myself and my life. The portrait of his grandmother was unforgettable. I could never forget his description of her hands. Like the claws of a tiny crow. The writing was spare, bleak, comical. My world."

"I took to James Welch's poetry and novels to find the wryest of humor to counter dread and loss."