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 …
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 …
All night the buzz of complaining lights keeps us employed. Our days are the drain and water circling. From the foreign places we feel labor, work being done. Cousin wolf sings about pawning love like it is inheritance. A song …
In her delicate and aged hands, thin strips of three-leaf sumac are carefully laced and woven. Kóodęę’ hózhǫ́dóo Shitsijí’ hózhǫ́dóo Shikédęę’ hózhǫ́dóo Shikáagí, shiyaagí hozhǫ́dóo T’áá ałtso shinaagóó hózhó dóo’ In beauty I walk With beauty before me …
My Grandmother came to me in dream, Nookomis, Nimaamaanaan. From beyond the horizon she flew, dark wings, pale face, closer. Darting head from East to West, her voice on high whistled for me. My arms outstretched, she lifted me, with …
“Together we sit perched over the square of light, virgin mouths struggling to swallow old vowels now forced foreign, our throats snapping awkwardly over their branches but singing our way home all the same…”
“I am crying on the floor amongst my trash and scattered clothes. Pleading for my ancestors to help me…”
I am from the empty canyon walls underneath and hidden I am from the place where white corn breathes prayer into the morning dawn I am from the place where yellow corn cascades pollen into the evening twilight I am …
hūzíwí waking, spiky ivory scarlet legs emerging under silky deep burrow ancient nightmare web hūzíwí arms rumbling, lava blood summoning as veins bulge dripping molten dread while finger bark rots fish bone and plastic hen hūzíwí chest broadening, …
