Disclaimer: I do not condine any acts of violence. The term fight is used as a poetic metaphor for indigenous resistance. To my indigenous relatives in the north May you resist every officer and horse May you win your fight against oppression May it bring true peace to rest in For now may this poem … Continue reading To the North

I stared at the blank page I se my fingers to their task “Just write some words” I rage The empty as an infilled cask Writer’s Block they call it YouTube videos, Ted talks, and authors Trying to give ten tips to end it Like a child yelling at its mother Their ideas get me … Continue reading Writer’s Block

They say that love is blind But I have come to find That this is a lie Love isn’t blind but focused On the best parts of you Seeing the beauty that’s voiceless Not listening to critics choices I don’t see that small blemish on your cheek I see your nose crinkle when you smile … Continue reading Love isn’t blind

Speed limit: 75 Birth, fresh air, learn to breathe Talk, walk, swim and dive Rushing through childhood Leaving blanket forts and legos behind Fell down a mountain; ride waves with seals Went on a roll are coaster: caught a fish without rod or reel Speed limit: 60 Something changing. What happening? That girls not icky, … Continue reading Speed Limits