Forever hold my peace? Or forever hold my piece? I object with yells and cries, Im throwing knives instead of rice. No, im not here for communion, Im here to intervene this union. No, sir i am not embarrased, Ive freed the horses from their…

all of it   tilt your head view this place with soft eyes. see it? it’s the place we began: the womb of our Mother, soft and warm like a sweat lodge door.   are we arriving (ni-maaja*)? or departing (dgoshin)? or returning (bskaabi)?  …

cw: none When the canary dreams, its wings are whole. It flies, and it sings, and it is surrounded by others, just like it. And the dream is beautiful.

What is Love Shelter from any storm Courage to forever be true Strength against all odds Will to always protect you Pain when I am not injured Sadness on my best day Joy when nothing goes right Worry when all goes my way Listening to…

There are no photos of me as an infant In my mother’s arms. No black and white Sepia toned memories bleeding Into my now. No corners holding The past in its place, jagged edges Saying, look here, this was your life. This was you as…

My husband died in February. We haven’t lived together for years, but we stayed close. Just as we were when we were together. He lived across the world, and when he died, I thought I would somehow know. We had that bond. But I didn’t. He…

Fonk Wit It This… THIS… is the proverbial ‘It’ Another show has begun And all the voodoo children sweat hard in the field and on the block just for this night The night before you gotta hide them pretty shells and beads and and play…

Spices blossom about my tongue Crimson falls and lights her hair Moonlight dance and distant trolley My muse and I exchange a glance, a secret or two I swallow her words, to marinade and digest And pray that under the stars, when she has gone,…

This tenuous hold I have, ephemeral at best, that keeps me rhyming, timing, scratching words with all the rest. Too soon the sun will arch, in Apollo’s wake, fall dark; Yet half the race yet to run before my pen and ink are done, And…

Brandon’s manic phases are the best sometimes he goes out in the middle of the night and busts out car windshields with bricks kicks mailboxes down to the street eats food out of the package in the store takes anything he can get his hands…