Poet Al Hunter gives us a hundred voices with one spirit. In his poems he’s a lonely heart, a frozen Northerner, a dirty-talking dreamer, he’s Bob Dylan, and he’s a Rez Dog – but we knew that from those Dream Hotel poems – he’s an admitted screw up, reckless not cruel, he’s a tortured prisoner, a wayward lover, and he’s “been to war and back.” What we can’t say, or won’t say, Al Hunter gives us in generous clarity: we humans and our beautiful
world are frail and we must keep singing, praying, dreaming to be strong.
