Red Eye (Midnight Flight)

Red Eye (Midnight Flight)

Raven Looks at the Moon

Raven Looks at the Moon

Raven

Raven

Intersections on the Journey to Higher Learning

Contemplate what an intersection is, or what meaning it may hold, in relation to your journey as a passenger, driver, or pedestrian. Interactions at these points hold a deeper significance. Intersections are defined as crossroads, the act or fact of paths crossing each other. We meet at these crossings in one form or another, and at each one we commonly…


Smoke Signals

From miles away you can see the smoke, billowing up into the clear sky. It is a clean white smoke, like a cloud forming in the sky. The wind is calm, and it is just another ordinary day. I pull up to the house where the smoke is coming from, and I observe the activity going on outside of the…


I Am Made of Cardboard

i am made of cardboard, subway steam and the iron grate. i hover on the forgotten side of town, blending in with the weeds that tunnel up through the cracks of the sidewalk, avoiding strangers, hawkers, bible stalkers come to pray and prey on all us lost souls for their own deliverance, i glide like a ghost barely alive but…


Daisy

Grown from ancestral clay, arising through cracked earth, reaching toward falling stars. Unknown to the daisy, she’s the last of her kind, still she grows toward the sky. This beautiful flower has one last protector. A boy. He wants only life, filled with life. But brothers and sisters demand that existence bow before their will. This beautiful daisy— her protector…


We All Look Alike

It’s Saturday night. Mamí unwinds the hot rollers from her hair. She stands in her bra and panties; not the large white ones she wears underneath the matching polyester pant and top set—the clothes she cleans in—but the purple bottoms that disappear between her cheeks and the bra that’s nothing but a little bit of lace. Her stance is wide,…


Thunder and Lightning

Medicine Man was in love with Turtle Woman. She was the daughter of Sittingbear. Many men in the camp competed for her attention, although they never won it. Medicine Man did not let this stop him, however. He had asked her father Sittingbear for her hand in marriage. Although denied several times, he was still determined to win Turtle Woman’s…


Of Hand Blooming

Blood slowly traces braided folds of his palm, unwilling to stay dormant. Nomadic. Barren erosions on his skin remind him of thirsty reservation washes, endlessly needing a flood. Gradually his blood looks symmetrical and proportionate, too perfect, like his blood knows where to go, tickling the interior of his palm. His blood splinters, breaching foreign paths, till it takes the…


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