March 21, 2019

These, the fingers that have picked blues, are rigid,

so slipped back inside to wind yarn in pocket, to warm.

Red plastic bucket is tucked into nest of legs,

Legs tucked into nest of tundra.

The wind is letting us know what it wants this year.

It’s whipping up the waters th...

March 21, 2019


they are whispered in the wind

etched in the weaving valleys

and on the rolling tundra

they are sung in the rushing river water

and hushed in the crashing waves

they have always been here

for us

now the sun’s shining on your heart

illuminating these lessons

to heal you once a...

March 21, 2019

A woman so lovely; I hold my tongue in awe

Rumbling with the strength to walk and walk on further

An enigma I course through, the battlement of heart and mind

I lose both at her every moment’s presence, possibly in vain

Outsourced is the sentence, this beauty of our time s...

September 21, 2017

You deserve so much more than

Synthetic happiness

Toxic masculinity


Isolating, damaging relationships

You deserve 

Oceans and rivers of love

Abundance around every bend 

1,000 pounds of pride and gratitude

That will fill your stomachs

You deserve 

Ancestral wisdom 

from the la...

June 22, 2017

My mother’s sisters

Are sacred

Their children 

Their songs

Their grandchildren 

Their ceremonies

They walk with steps 

More steady than my own 

They have traveled far 

Through terrain 

My feet will never know

Some walked 

Through darkness

Some walked 

Through light

Each of them 


March 22, 2017

I had taken my rise to power

Each dance on a ring,

The boundaries of my moments,

The mat—always free.

I would hit the skulls

Crash down upon frames of all

Unlucky souls.

Bands around our ankles

We fought and bled to clocks

—and I was untouchable.

My graceful counters,

The legs I’...

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