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…

There is a light guiding me on and on and I see you and me our silent destiny and forward we go together

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)?  …

On my own There was darkness everywhere I looked around I saw your eyes But I shut my own Gather round There’s a place we’re headed Do you see the stars? They’re heaven’s stones That place we must go

My Best Friend   My best friend always bites me, She’s happy drawing blood Though I know she loves me, She’d kill me if she could.   She eats me out of house and home And makes me take her crap And though she lives…

I come with my battery-powered lamp to sit by your fire, my tired feet warmed by the flames of your heart, drawing energy not from a’s or c’s or even d’s but from solar flares. I sit in sunshine even in the dark of night…

The epigraph I wrote for myself as an assignment in the 10th grade   A sadness means you live inside your past, And worry means you fear what well may be, And though the present seems to fade so fast, It’s only there that you…

Definitions           After Andrea Gibson  Beet (noun.)– An organ found in the body of an Earth responsible for circulatory functions in the fingers.  Tremor (verb.)– 1:To warn of an incoming tragedy. 2:To create a change to a system in a lasting way….

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…

Your love died and I am quiet, peaceful my breath a silent pool you, a passing jewel My heart, determined not to be broken but my waters are still withering from the unspoken My funfilled valley no longer a happy clatter and my tide is…