Tobacco Smoke
“It makes its way to creator. My hope is made of tobacco smoke. Sometimes there. Sometimes not. A sweet scent on the breeze…”
“It makes its way to creator. My hope is made of tobacco smoke. Sometimes there. Sometimes not. A sweet scent on the breeze…”
“Dałaa naki táági dįį’i asdLa’i’ gostan goats’igi tsebii when jesus visited bid’e’yu, did he wear moccasins?”
“Remember who we are re-call our names, our words, our language. Remember …”
“I yelled again and the pain was so intense I must have blacked out. I remember everything went pitch black and when I came to I was lying in a hospital bed…”
“The memory of hearing my grandma work on a wool rug and the stew that would be cooking on the stove brings me comfort…”
“My head is on his chest as his heartbeat flutters, racing faster and faster. His heart rhythm is the horse’s hooves beating at the earthly ground…”
“Crying, Mira began telling them what she had been through in treatment, the cruelty she endured. After hearing her talk, Lily cut her own hand and took out her biochip…”
I am going to tell you a story, a story told to me by my grandfather. I am Dineh, the people of the Southwestern United States. I was told about the animals and their roles or how they became the …
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 …
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 …