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Graduate school

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

Angsty Asdzáá Zine.

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♥

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