Sometimes when I fall into myself, a see a dark pool of worry. Lately, I’ve been feeling that my creations are mundane and pointless. Who the fuck would want to buy what I make? Who the fuck would care what I have to say? I have been in an indecisive…

The study of sound occurred to me as a baby, first entering the womb with breath and air and being torn from it tied to umbilical cords. Instrumental monumental moments like the first breath in running, resonates in my veins, reverberates a memory rooted deep in my skin cells, tethered…

Haunted by an ancient title in my story I find myself lost in the battlefield of my open heart. Wounded Knee still strikes me standing still. Did you know I live next to a graveyard? …

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, feel the air in my breath, where I deserve to be loved. …

There is something soft and gentle about the way sunlight touches your eyes: the way honey brown haze ignites into orange, oozes into gold: the faceted flecks of flames heat my hips and I melt into your gaze. I am in wonder at your hands. How hot and warm they…

Home has become a battlefield. The washing machine swirls and slams clothes in its silver belly like bullets: the clang of belt buckles and the thump thump thump thump beats in the back room like a seizure. I never thought home would be a place of stagnant smoke. Trapped inside…

It is my only wish that you are warm again that you feel gathered, rather than alone that you are full, not hungry holy whole that you are honored, blessed upon this world and on to the next your time continues on, opens to many more dawns ++++++++++++++ may the…

Time 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 are burning flames of vermillion. …

My own heartbeat reminds me of June. Hot, sultry. Heated, knees red and scabby from falling over and over and over again. I turn around and see the color of my childhood. Red, bright pink, with a slash of blue. I watch with eyes like windows, two dogs scream from…