I do not know how to convey what I am thinking and experiencing and feeling.These ugly words I trace back into the open stacks in ink stamped tattooed pages, fist bruises black. Back to train tracks, to the angry…3d ago3d ago
This is an excerpt from my journalI’m trying to reconnect with my spirit. It’s strange because I write in cursive as code, because my generation is the last to be taught…Jun 22, 2022Jun 22, 2022
Sometimes when I fall into myself, a see a dark pool of worry.This is my authenticity.Jun 1, 2022Jun 1, 2022
The study of sound occurred to me as a baby, first entering the womb with breath and air and being…Instrumental monumental moments like the first breath in running, resonates in my veins, reverberates a memory rooted deep in my skin…Feb 25, 2022Feb 25, 2022
Gotta Down the Bones Before I Fly Off the EdgeHaunted by an ancient title in my story I find myself lost in the battlefield of my open heart. Wounded Knee still strikes me standing…Feb 11, 2022Feb 11, 2022
A prayer for self acceptance:There is a fiery reign within me. An anger so deep it claws at my throat. I am afraid of a love so deep where I feel sunlight on my cheeks…Feb 3, 2022Feb 3, 2022
The Wild UnknownThere is something soft and gentle about the way sunlight touches your eyes: the way honey brown haze ignites into orange, oozes into gold…Jan 26, 2022Jan 26, 2022
A Moon That Waxes and WanesHome has become a battlefield. The washing machine swirls and slams clothes in its silver belly like bullets: the clang of belt buckles and…Jan 25, 2022Jan 25, 2022
For Justin: Between 2:30am and a line in the darkIt is my only wish that you are warm againJan 18, 20221Jan 18, 20221
Thinking of Thirst and HydrationTime comes and goes like waves on an ocean: many ripples glide over rivers. Two sides deep, my ankles run red with red rock clay. My toes…Dec 14, 2021Dec 14, 2021