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 despair to an idle tongue
Writing is not an oral way of living

Writing is like my lover
I smile at the keys that stay with me every moment of this journey
Writing is like my mother
Nurturing me with every new thought and phrase
Writing is like my brother
Keeping me company in moments of cognition

My fingers move with intention
My hips move with the lover of my words
My eyes do not leave the page

I orally proclaim my love for my fingers
For they type all my pleasures
That spill onto this electronic screen
Never turn off

To all my girls of color (may you find a lover)

May you find a lover so wonderful
They bring not one but three kombuchas
for you when you call in sick
And make loose leaf tea for you just because
May you find a lover so wonderful
They understand what boundaries mean without having to google it later
And stay true to them
May you find a lover so wonderful
They hear you talk about your childhood and historical traumas
And listen with each ear while holding you
May you find a lover so wonderful
They take you for smoothies every Sunday
And while driving home listening to the art laboe show, they act out their dedications to you
May you find a lover so wonderful
They kiss your shoulders and back with the loudest smacks before making love
And look so deep into your eyes you forget what your doing for a second
May you find a lover so wonderful
They brings tacos and Coca Cola for you when you have a migraine
Then gives you their spare key for you to sleep in their bed
May you find a lover so wonderful
They keep quiet in front of your belligerent drunk uncle, unaware of how angry his daughters, mother and niece are with him showing up 8 hrs late to see them
And they still shake his hand
May you find a lover so wonderful
They take you out for Dessert at the end of the night just because
And holds your hand in the car when driving home
May you find a lover so wonderful
They speak to you in your native language and you laugh so loud all the neighbors from side to side and floor to floor hear you
And you begin taking classes in their native tongue
May you find a lover so wonderful
Every night is pie night
And every morning has your cup full of the freshest tea
May you find a lover so wonderful
Your grandma gifts him navajo pinions
But they still pay her for the effort she took to pick, transport and cook them
May you find a lover so wonderful
You can live a poem like this while laying in their bed waiting for them to come home

Off the Page Workshop

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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 scale, no one will be turned away)
Open Mic: 8:30-9:30pm Free

For this month’s off the page, please join us in a writing workshop with the topic, “The Racialization of Indigenous womxn bodies.” This workshop will be a safe space for Native womxn to come to together to discuss Native bodies in the socially, political, cultural and historical sense and how are we as Indigenous bodies dependent on the systems that oppress us? We invite those to come with written material or to come with ideas upon writing a poem, short story, rant, manifesto, song, etc. about said topic. of We STRONGLY encourage this workshop for Indigenous folx but is inclusive for all. Thank you.

Amber McCrary is Diné zinester, feminist and writer. Born in Tuba City, AZ (Diné Bikeyah) and raised in the Bordertown of Flagstaff, AZ. In the small town of Flagstaff is where she discovered her love for Punk Rock and the Do it Yourself Culture. She enjoys many things in life such as fruit tarts, traveling, writing, sulking, gardening, eating, smashing the patriarchy and learning about cultures and her own. She received her Bachelors of Art in Political Science with a minor in American Indian Studies. She is the co-creator/co-editor of the (recently retired)Native American Feminist Musing Zines, Empower Yoself Before You Wreck Yoself Vol.1 and Vol.2, The Nizhoni Beat and Shik’is ShiHeart (My friend, heart). She is also the creator of DANG! Zine (Daydreaming, Awkward, Native, Girl) Vol. 1. She recently had enough money to reactivate her “blog” about Asdzą́ą́ stuff athttps://theasdzaabeat.com/ So, you can check that out, if ya want.

Wasted Ink Zine Distro’s “Off the Page” is a monthly spoken word workshop and open mic offering local Arizona poets, writers, and storytellers opportunities to create, present, and publish their work in a brave space. A brave space is grounded in self-awareness and those in that space place themselves in positions of vulnerability as a form of collective action. It is a commitment that our words be one of many doorways to larger community driven conversations.

Special thanks to the event creators Anastasia Freyermuth, Charissa Lucille, and Joy Young.

Questions? Concerns? Email us at WastedInkZineDistro@gmail.com!