The mesa behind Grandma Cowboy’s house

 

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Grandma Cowboy’s trusty dog, Red.

It leaves and returns

The day is hot and windy on top of this Mesa

Juniper trees pop up, sparse like hastiin faces

whiskers on chin and cheek

30 miles north I can see Navajo Mountain, to my right

Past the rusty pink canyons and untarred roads

Equal distance to my left is Black Mesa

A Mesa seen as skin to Diné

But paper greener than Matcha on a cold day

to all the Mr. Peabody’s in the Midwest

I hear cowbells in the distance

with old sheep moving it’s puffy chins

to make its presence known

Then grandma gets out of her truck

Alan Jackson stops playing on the radio

Her freshly permed Kinłachiini hair, Canadian tuxedo

and Shape up sketchers are made for this rez

She waltzes to a boarded shed

Dives her chocolate colored fingers

into lemon colored straw for their feast

I sit on top of the mesa

from here I can tell Shimásání

is pleased because the sheep

did not get lost in the canyons and have returned

The sheep take a moment to see the hay

and almost rumba like make their way

They were made for this rez

 

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Grandma’s sheep at the bottom of the canyon

♥The Chromatics- Runnin up that hill♥

D.A.N.G! Vol.2 (Daydreaming, awkward, native, girl) 

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. DANGvol2Cover

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♥Melody’s Echo Chamber- I follow you♥

Sun Shining on Water. Shonto.

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We are the bright light reflecting off the water

We are the sun shining on the water

We are the water flowing through the canyons

We are the roads that get you home

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We are the canyon rims that create unheard echoes

We are the canyon rims that create echoes heard

We are the canyon walls that protected our ancestors from Custer

We are the canyons walls that ache for you to come home

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We are the canyons where animals only dwell

We are the canyons where our wells have dried

We are the canyons that have heard you cry

We are the canyons where homes have been crumbled

We are the canyons where we have seen many stumble

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Stumble into something

Stumble into everything

Stumble into heartache

Stumble into Mistakes

Stumble into dreams

Stumble in schemes

Stumbles into love

Stumble into hate

Stumble in fear

Stumble into truth

Stumble into lies

Stumble into cries

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We are the ones that have seen you.

-Amber M.

♥Cocteau Twins- Sugar Hiccup♥

Shonto.

Although, I technically left yesterday for the Pacific Northwest, I feel as though my journey started when I went to Shonto to visit my Grandma. Therefore, I thought I would share some photos of my visit to where my mother, grandmother and great grandmother are from. Just a little insight as to who I am and where my maternal family comes from.

♥ Bruce Springsteen: I’m on fire ♥

remember who you are

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Shonto Canyons- Pictures courtesy of April Saylor

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Cow Springs en route to Shonto. An abandoned gas station where I used to buy orange push up pops from when I was younger.
Cow Springs en route to Shonto. An abandoned gas station where I used to buy orange push up pops from when I was younger.