Hey ya’ll I made my first short film ever. I’m taking experimental video is this semester. Thought I would share.
Hi Everyone, Recently I was rejected for a scholarship that I was hoping would cover the last 3 credits (each credit in my grad program is $1,000) of my graduate school requirements for this upcoming academic year. In addition to a tribal scholarship and a fellowship that helps fund my tuition, I will be possiblyContinue reading “I started a go fund me to help pay for my MFA college tuition”
♦♦My musings hover above, a lilac amber horizon stirring into honey lavender clouds with bits of creosote flashing into the sweetness of the sky♦♦ ♥Elliot Smith- Angel in the snow♥
Hey ya’ll I was interviewed by poet Rashaad Thomas for the University of Arizona poetry center blog titled For the people, By the poet. You can read my interview here. Ahéhee’! -Amber M.
My hips happily feel the air As I walked down play dough pavements And around cement trees My knees feel the humidity As I bend in momentum Crushing the potato chips leaves beneath me Two years sound like a long time To bend my knees away from my lover My mother and my brother WritingContinue reading “Graduate school”
Life has been a whirlwind of hopes, fingers crossed and a transporting of many boxes up and down three flights of stairs. I recently left my job in Phoenix, Arizona to pursue my Master of fine Arts in creative writing with an emphasis in Poetry at Mills College in Oakland, California. It may be oneContinue reading “Californian Change”
I have a couple poems that have been published in the past couple weeks. One is ‘Raspberries do not blush in the sky,’ a poem written for Anna Mae Aquash and missing murdered Indigenous women. This poem is located on the AZcentral.com Poetry Spot page. Another two poems, ‘Rose Quartz,” and “Natives with Neural Activity,’ isContinue reading “AZ central poetry spot and Cloudthroat”
A toasty tenderness permeates from velvety purple petals Creating Kaleidoscopes of lavender oil along my wrists down to my hips As I walk through its pastoral
Among it all…I finished. A collection of poetry, collages, pictures of my family and prose, all from the lens of an angsty Indigenous womxn. Will be available soon at Palabras Bilingual Bookstore and Wasted Ink Zine Distro ♥ A Tribe Called Red- Sisters♥