Marching slowly with the Treaty People Towards the headwaters Of the Mississippi To support water protectors Who put themselves in harm’s way To save water and the sacred land.   Feet sometimes trip Over each other So we stop to rest And rehydrate In the…

In the early morning sun, the  Scent of the lilacs wafts into my Bedroom. I rearrange my whole  Space to move the bed closer,  Envelop myself in the comfort Of the smell I have always Associated with my mother.    In the shifting light of…

ABANDONED RINGS      (hour 6)   Why did they take them off, those wedding rings?  There’s two sets – gold and thin, piled together on the forest green placemat, alongside the glass vase with dusty eucalyptus. The candle is not lit.  The coaster has no wine…

Each one has its own story millions of years old waiting for its corresponding person to fill the void it long since forgot.   They all go through the same cycle. Come of age, learn to make it in a world designed to break them,…

Man made Creationists made White Christianity made It does not exist And yet so many are enslaved by it

Outside the car Inside the water I see a ladder to nowhere. If I could climb it, do you think I could find Where nowhere truly is? Could I curl up in nowhere And rest at last Away from those who hurt me? Does nowhere…

There is more hope in the future than you could believe, walking on roads that make you unsure- but you fear falling stagant once you let yourself grieve.   You have plans taking shape and dreams you spin and weave, intentions and ideals almost pure….

The seventh hour— time fulfills Each moment, each hour, every geist Awakening ancient powers and skills Only brought to remembrance when enticed   Lifted from times very essence Ones knowledge is valued and priced For the origins very own potence Is found when a mediums…

Do rich people know what being poor is like in present day America? If I were to share my venmo @justgildedcages, how many people would send me funds so I could purchase a home? If I wanted to attain property, how much support is out…

We are creatures of the moon We are reflections of Being Ghosts of sorrow And our world a tale of love And reality a theatre play And the end never comes because we are Creatures of the moon