January 20, 2017

My heart is breaking. Within the broken spaces I feel love for you all. Love for the beauty of this country. Love for what is good. My heart is breaking for the people who are celebrating their “win” saturated in propaganda and the blind hope that someone, finally,...

Standing Rock

Below are some notes I took while at Standing Rock.  I do not speak for this movement, nor am I an authority on the subject, rather sharing my humble experiences, impressions and thoughts with you. Perhaps I will cross a line with some of you by referring to...

Primal Resources

Fourteen years old, and tough as a tanned hide, I stepped into the dark of a Fall night in defiance of my punishment and isolation. I set out to climb the mountain that lay between the hollows, separating my boyfriend and me. It was dark, and the moon was thin. At...

Earth My Body

The timbre of my mothers drum falls on my breathless skin All that trembles quakes divine and rises to sublime Opened by the fiercest cry of devils dreams and alibis Empty cavern cradles me and pulls me to her breast for salty peaks of shoulder bones and frozen limbs...

Even the Moon

Even the moon only gives its fullest, brightest self once a month. Even the moon only spends itself one hour at a time. Even the moon diminshes after such grand spending. ~ Stephanie...