With the goings-on as of late: ICE crackdowns in major cities across the “US” and how that all looks and sounds familiar, ahem summer of 2020. The ripple effects the Epstein Files will have in Indian Country. Water, data, and Uranium mining. Now war on Iran. So much going on (how are you coping?). We... Continue Reading →
Editing note: I wrote this post during the solstice, but was then hit with a mixture of writer’s block, maladjustment to Day Light Savings Time and darker days. What follows is an edited version, but I didn’t change it much for prosperity I suppose. The solstice is upon us and I see frozen snow on... Continue Reading →
Saad Fluid like Tó our langua is mysteriosa and fluid spit resting on my shiny lengua watch out for squish switch code poetic shifts so softly you miss it if you don’t know i switch on and off/off and on my switched code tripped by what surrounds my mind the time/space of day minutes switch... Continue Reading →
RIP Miss Major Griffin-Gracy. It was a gift to have you while we did, journey on safely auntie! Thinking about Miss Major gets me thinking about the many ways 2SLGBTQ people have had to hack their lives in order to survive…we all deserve some respect and letters after our name, for sure. Our talk, our... Continue Reading →
Future Song i saw fc and yellowhair at the stacked houses with honeycombed walls their mouths moving the sound reaching me on a delayed beat saad to sin their chants make me tap my foot dust clouds rising around their moccasin feet they’ve much to sing about saad to sin in ceremony first about the... Continue Reading →
Bidziil as in Nádleehí! Another Pride season has come and gone, but Iʼm still thinking of the love and strength of our beloved Nádleehí and Dilbaa kʼéʼ. We are now almost through the month of ripening early crops of corn, squash, and maybe some melons. We are also just coming off of a time of... Continue Reading →
Gender in a Bordertown hits all somehow, amiright? I mean have you ever thought about it? To me, Bordertowns, whether you’re in Kinłaní–or any other town/settlement that neighbors a Native nation–gender is more fluid, or just all somehow, and harder to pin down, so therefore it gets policed even more. But that’s met with some... Continue Reading →
So many words, yes? Yes. Two of note: rights and marriage. These two words have been politicized to all get out, especially in this here settler-colonial nation. And in Native nations this debate was played out on a political platform nineteen years ago. In the end the Navajo Nation Council voted in support of a... Continue Reading →
Where to begin? build on a poem hard packed earth (hogan-floor-packed) dirt tamped down by millions of footsteps shuffling and scraping smooth silica (molecules now aligned) becomes our blank page where we begin writing the poem the act poiesis where we start where we make poems are our song our laments our anger our healing ... Continue Reading →
Excuse My BEAUTY! Happy Pride Month you homo…sapiens! Ayyyee. But for real, I hope you are all out there being your best Queer selves, remembering our foremothers, who on that June night at the Stonewall Inn in 1969, exhausted and fed up with police harassment, they threw hands, literally and figuratively. Their hands, bricks, and... Continue Reading →
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