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, …
Height infused by your majesty Skin rough but breakable or smooth like marble baby Arms stretched out for sun or bent to the earth carefree Tiny leaves for fingers full of veins and light grasp the rays Make them …
ho’ok lived here stitching fire into skin phoenix was a sunlit city, she wanted to spit at it every time the sun kissed her ho’ok worked at social services on the rez drove on clay colored freeways as dawn broke …
It’s Saturday night in the psych ward, half past witching hour, lights switched off to phantom black. The psych ward becomes a cityscape, a night skyline in a sterile hospital. When I turn the power on, the corridors brighten, a …
