#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11 : “It’s All For the Sake of This Garden”
we’re planting
live willow trees
in the freshly mowed yard
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 10 : “The Intercept”
sometimes we travel
in between dreams
within dreams
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 9 : “Honestly”
no need to worry,
we’ve all got enough
on our plates
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 8 : “The Way It Is”
there’s a show
going on over here
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 7 : “Road Movie”
lines on the road,
monotone
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 6 : “Fume”
Eucalyptus steam
fever dream.
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 5 : Tricube Poems
3 Tricube Poems
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 4 : “Astrid”
Astrid, your rough patch
stretched for miles
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 3 : “DustLand”
the gravel in my neck
keeps me straightforward
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 2 : “We Keep Them Locked Up For a Semblance of Safe Keeping”
everything becomes
a part of the dilapidated
decor
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 1 : “Feast Days”
Table for seven
for me & my dead friends.
Modus Operandi — #NaPoWriMo Throwback
Clues, alibis, and motives start to
infect everything
Some Spring Poem
…the airy muslin
of the Spring death shroud…
How Nice to See You
I wanted to wake up,
but I’m a glutton
for seeing how things
turn out
The Lowly Place
I think of my muses,
my inspirations,
the best ones
who weathered
their own tribulations
The Jam Files #4 — Point of Peril
Somebody’s fingerprints
might leave a message.
Yeah,
this could be
viewed as a
re-visitation
of the glory days
Whenever You’re Ready
I am ready to talk about quarantine.
I Used to Go to Screamo Shows
reminiscing on
eyeliner so thick
everyone will know
you’re crying
“Future Sources of Temptation and Supply”
time killing time
Dreams, World Kidney Day, Poetry, & Being Ojibwe
In which I share a dream, a poem, thoughts on nutrition, & personal reflections on life with a kidney disease on World Kidney Day 2021.
The Jam Files #3 — From the Fringes
We’ve been running on fumes the past couple of days.
What I Learned From My Mother’s Survival
…Torn apart is an expression
Best kept hidden
Worn by worn down women…
Hecatomb
an onyx vision
while white doves
witness from the parapet
Degrees
Function & coherency
are often slow journeys
March
Your body and mind go through a transitional phase in March.
Short Fiction Published @ The Chamber Magazine
“Only in Legend” published
@ The Chamber Magazine
Since We’re Sharing
…you & I remain inside
different body & mental,
physical & spiritual prisons…
The Jam Files #2 — The Longest Winter Ever
This winter has been a deep freeze.
Procession
where burning becomes
a state of being, & ashes
are the taste of comfort
The Excavation
…an invitation
to glimpse within
The Jam Files #1 — Sissy
…I couldn’t stop being entranced by Sissy Spacek’s freckles & her crystal blue eyes…
Happy Anniversary!
Today is my husband & I’s 7 year wedding anniversary.
“Songs of the Pandemic: World Haiku” Available for FREE download today
I’m included in an anthology that is available for free today!
Shock
What of madness and
feminine energy?
I Really Can’t Function Without Him: Life Update + Poem
My poor husband is in the hospital…
“Thalassophobia” featured @ A Cornered Gurl
Microfiction piece published @
A Cornered Gurl
nawayee : a poem
…like my own temple,
withering away
over many a day…
Blood in Winter
Entwined branches of
birches in the distance
are guardians of
the white fields
My Poem, “Staticus”, featured @ The Chamber Magazine
New poem published
Scrolling Through Social Media in January
they’re only going
to keep turning it up
Tundra
I emerge with early birds
New Published Works Page
Blog Update!
Visionary: A Poem
he described, in sensory details,
how his favorite tree saved him
The End of 2020 + Announcement
It’s the last day of 2020.
Winter Child
In weightless arms,
a snowbird
cooing softly
You Must Wash Your Hands Until They Bleed
A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
has Covid-19.
The Freeze
I have words for the frozen ones.
Winter Girl
They say the sky
is thinner from that high
Basin: A Poem
These flood damaged photographs
speak in your voice
Thanksgiving Eve: A Poem
my blood can’t handle
any more apologies, insistence
on the right to celebrate
genocide…
Olivia
At first sight,
a pale baby bird
“The Time of False Dawns”
None of this is you, jagged pages,
annotated quotes — other voices
said what you couldn’t and better
She’s Cosmic, Consistent
I think of loneliness
& laser beam precision
New Poem
A Day Like a Trinity,
Three in One to Blame
I make these plans to write —
like a “real writer”
Poem — “Open”
Remember winter, Madonna’s
Immaculate Collection album,
Megaman III, a false sense of
innocent security
Valued: A Poem
in their eyes we are worth
what we can do for them
Happy Halloween!
Update + a Spooky Poem
I Gotta Take a Break
on hiatus
#OctPoWriMo Day 23
brother, you tried
again to leave me
and I think my stomach
has known this
for weeks
#OctPoWriMo Day 22
the tide that took
you away had a
street name
#OctPoWriMo Day 21
A cherita
#OctPoWriMo Day 20
No, I cannot show you my wounds because I’ve lost too many people already…
#OctPoWriMo Day 19
blue bulb
gives these walls
an icy glow
#OctPoWriMo Day 18
it’s been too long
since rejuvenating waters fell
#OctPoWriMo Day 17
steady we row, we walk,
we stand on sacred shorelines
#OctPoWriMo Day 16
last night I dreamed
of melting faces
#OctPoWriMo Day 15
catch a
processing breath
#OctPoWriMo Day 14
is the earth
breathing without difficulty yet?
#OctPoWriMo Day 13
I had to let go
of a life I planned for me
#OctPoWriMo Day 12
shaken awake
by hands of ancestors
#OctPoWriMo Day 11
A Letter to My Muse
#OctPoWriMo Day 10
we’d only suffer
a shock from
touching you
#OctPoWriMo Day 9
my mind
is a record
on repeat
#OctPoWriMo Day 8
our voices lost in this void,
like phantoms, we avoid
all real feeling…
#OctPoWriMo Day 7
an ocular view
of what pain has taught me
#OctPoWriMo Day 6
prices paid,
empty pockets
& callused hands
#OctPoWriMo Day 5
seek to cinch sutures
#OctPoWriMo Day 4
in every dream
I have
I’m still falling
#OctPoWriMo Day 3
the monster of the house
grinds its teeth
#OctPoWriMo Day 2
between the barbs
of a genetic prison
a nervous system twists
#OctPoWriMo Day 1
darkness
can shine too
#OctPoWriMo Prep
Instead of this graveyard of drafts I’m accumulating, I can go and tend to them, nourish the garden of my hard work, and revive them into newness.
Time Between Waves
There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.
An Update from the Sickbed + Poems
The end of summer is making sure I feel it.
On Maturing
my wrath
drains crimson
down the bath
Moon Monologue
Flashes of lightning
illuminate you,
and I turn away
lest I cry.
They Say Some Behaviors Are Learned
I have learned to be glad
for the things I’ll
never understand
Melatonin: A Poem
…blue lights
turn on
one by one…
Fuchsia: A Poem
what pain looks like
but only to those
who allow themselves to feel it
Mystery Girls: A Poem
Whispering birds,
frail and sunken-eyed
Bloom: A Poem
What about
when the heart knocks back?
Kindred: A Sequence of Dreams
queen bee venom
courses through
my tiny veins
Stinging
desert sun assaults us
in undulating flares
On Missing My Father (Whom I Only Met Once)
‘Caring makes me feel un-American,
and honey, there’s something wrong with that…’
Poem: Nokomis
I can’t blame death
Poem: The Spaces are for Venting
I feel transformational
Poem: The Video Option
I was awake in someone else’s
fever dream
New Poem: “You Wanna Talk?” + Update
New poem featured @
A Cornered Gurl on Medium
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