In the earliest of times when the lands stayed shaded in the black of night, there lived a rare species of bird with feathers the color of the brightest fires. This was a bird with many wonderous qualities, some of …
When I was a kid, I thought that losing your toes was a natural part of aging, like losing baby teeth. Every summer I stayed with my Grandmother Mary in Oklahoma, I would see her missing toes, healed, smooth, and …
Tambeh-sedo craves to be heard. Drums live off the tediously ground prayers that are cornmeal. They should soak in fresh air and sunlight daily, given the chance to absorb the happenings of the world. That is how they feed their …
Home could be found effortlessly as if my mother pointed a beacon towards the sky to guide us. our summer escapes came in the form of canyon exploration and creek swimming. Possible dangers came from the occasional stranger, a snake …
I had a baby during a worldwide pandemic. My son’s cultural exposure evaporates with every passing month of life. Ceremonies Tewa babies undergo have been halted, like pausing a moon mid-phase. My son shines like a crescent in the sky, …
Often, I will look at a pen and wonder what is its personality. Every pen has a unique feel, an aura, and personality. When ink meets paper there is a specific interaction depending on what type of pen is in …
femininity cinching the hips woven wide wrapping our waists round and round thick-weave wool red, green and black, braided Grandma said if you can breathe, it’s not tight enough for want of child birthing curves to flare and baby feeding …
Tie a piece of yarn around the top to hold together such sacred trinity. fingers lovingly embrace each strand, weave them meticulously together, dark and light shades of green shimmering in the sunlight surrender softly to the next which is …
no matter how fast you go… poetry becomes the long desolate highway that has no end in sight no matter how comfy you are… poetry becomes the uncomfortable feeling in your chair no matter how long you snooze… poetry becomes …
FICTION
