In The Same Boat These wave are unforgiving, taking lives to the mouth of the unknown. Bodies of water consuming water. The key to life can kill. These tides know. They are a trance of an unbecoming rhythm. Motions across the blue. Oblivious to immaculate life. O’ great blue, take me. The tides rock youContinue reading “A Crisis 6…”
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A Crisis 3…
Birds Matter Here comes the sun. I watched the flock of birds fly away in the distance. Where they are going? Who cares, does anyone care what they do. Does it even matter? If it doesn’t, then what does? What matters? Matter is from the earth. The earth I can’t touch because it is coveredContinue reading “A Crisis 3…”
A Crisis 2…
Almost Fixating The day is coming to the end. But these hours sometimes last for an eternity. I could care less. I watched her from a distance. She played her guitar for change downtown almost everyday. I never had the courage to get her full name because she had a pretty presence and I couldContinue reading “A Crisis 2…”
A Crisis…
A Crisis How am I not myself. I asked myself staring into the bathroom mirror. Were you yourself yesterday. I’m not so sure. Something about not knowing only added to the conclusion that maybe I didn’t know myself. I knew I was alive at least I hoped I was. This was like the movies theContinue reading “A Crisis…”
Portrait Of Uncle Buck
The school year has already kicked off, and I keep getting reminded about holiday season around the corner; time is sprinting and I needed to make some time for my niece. She’s only four and started her first quarter of pre-k a couple of months back. Ellie is super creative and is already reading, herContinue reading “Portrait Of Uncle Buck”
More Basketball
This was the weekend that was on the back of are mind all year, the 5th grade boys had an evening game at 8:30pm at the Legacy Sports Complex in Mesa Arizona. This was an all-indigenous event and tonight was the first round of the actual tournament. Friday afternoon and Saturday morning were pool games, andContinue reading “More Basketball”
Long road to the show, Unpredictable weather. I can keep you warm…
Almost Snow Days
It’s been a cold winter, colder than recent times. There was even snow, a few weeks back it was snowing. And it never snows on our Rez, maybe flurries here and there. Never enough to accumulate snow like in the movies. Prior to this moment, and still how I feel now, but honestly, I hateContinue reading “Almost Snow Days”
Wild Horse Pass Haiku
I was checking in, Saw Gary Farmer leaving. He was him, like me.
Morning Haiku
Cold December days Birds play in the creosote; Warm memories spark.
stories from my stomach 