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 Writing is a pain to many I’m sure Writing is … Read More Graduate school
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,’ is located in the new issue of Cloudthroat online journal … Read More AZ central poetry spot and Cloudthroat
Will be premiering D.A.N.G! (Daydreaming, awkward, native, girl) Vol. 2. This Saturday at the Albuquerque zinefest, October 7th, 2017 at the Harwood Art Center (11am-6pm). Might be doing a short reading/Q&A as well. Hope to see you there! Cover artwork by Jeff Slim. ♥Melody’s Echo Chamber- I follow you♥
Red Girl, Glittering World What does it mean to inhabit this skin? To the blue eyed beast I am sin To the “other” MY other, red folx I am the female rain in the desert I am the gentle hummingbird levitating I am the squash blossom blooming I am the love of two Diné people That met in phoenix Returned north And settled … Read More What is a body?
Hey folx! I’m doing a writing workshop Tuesday July 11th, 2017 at Wasted Ink Zine Distro from 7:00-9:30pm. The topic will be “Racialization of Indigenous womxn bodies.” Hour 1 will be the writing workshop then hour 2 will be open mic for participants. Hope you can make it! Please note: We STRONGLY encourage Indigenous participation but the workshop is inclusive for all. #racialization#indigenous#womxn#bodies#writingworkshop#safespace Workshop: 7-8pm ($5-$10 sliding … Read More Off the Page Workshop
Hot chocolate, Road signs, The Bay of Biscay, bread, butter, stairs, cheese, rivers, confusing door locks and the Mediterranean Sea. When I think of my trip to France, these are the things I think of. 11 days was too long for my mother but not long enough for me. I wanted to climb more stairs, eat more fruit tarts, walk through more neighborhoods, and … Read More France I.
A few days ago I attended a dinner to see a few friends since I’ve been back from my travels. In addition, I met some new folks, did some zine swapping and came home with some Indigenous art and literature goodies. I had the lovely opportunity to get my paws on an aesthetically pleasing zine called Kimiwan zine (http://kimiwanzine.com/) and an AMAZING compilation of … Read More What does Aboriginal Women’s Leadership mean to me?
Pot of tea I have so much left in this pot of tea Just me In Nepal, enjoying the scenery “Are you from Asia?” They ask me I shyly smile and shake my head This weird Mongolian looking brown girl who speaks English, what is she? I stare down at my pot of tea From A to B, I live for that pot of … Read More Pokhara II.
In all its glory, random photos I found in my camera that I have not had time to completely look through. I’ve been having a lazy day of eating nothing but (Mountain Man) granola bars and peanut butter and watching BBC world news. Let’s just say I’ve had time on my hands today. ♥Taken by Trees- Day by day♥