Hey all,I have not been posting on here much and I want to explain why. I realized a couple months ago I was putting in a good bit of effort into this blog but not getting a lot of traction out of it. I have some very faithful followers but that audience is quite small. … Continue reading To my Followers

Urban Native Crazy Horse Crew War horse skate decks and drop thrus Custer Patrolling with lights and badges Skate Park hostiles caught skipping classes Priorities always Earth, People, and skating And hitting the surf when the suns blazing Long braids flowing good medicine rolling Smudge stick smoking Rez stare showing Hit the skate shop grab … Continue reading Crazy Horse Crew

I haven’t posted much recently because I have been hard at work creating a new vision. A new style. And a new voice. I am back and ready to share all that I have been creating. The website redesign is an tease of what’s to come. I hope you like it. Thank you for all … Continue reading Update

Urban native reclamation Working on reversing assimilation Powwow drums to the reservations Rhythm for the rising of the nations Council fires rekindle our salvation Resistance against treaty violation Urban native Reclamation Ancestors guiding decolonization Youth leading language revitalization Intertribal advocacy organizations Creating hope for native reclamation Land back movement growing collaboration Urban Native ReclamationNative artists … Continue reading Urban Native Reclamation

In my book I have chapters unwritten Foreshadowing not yet deliveredThere are chapters I’ve written Some pages I have reread Until the ink has faded completely Creasing the spine as a permanent BookmarkChapters that have remained unread Since they were first written There is dialogue I wish to un-penAnd words I have highlighted Becoming recurring … Continue reading Last Line

It’s all chaff in the end isn’t it?Blown away by the wind or burnt to ash A lifetime of choices and consequences Resulting in grief and leftover cash It all seemed so dark to me when we met and now I hold onto more than your hand I clasp my sanity; my anchor in the … Continue reading Oblivion

We were born in the dirtWalked upon it Comforted by its stability Then we began to mine it Digging with our hands Lower and lower our feet reached Standing on clay and mineral Taking gold, cobalt, oil with steel cleats We built towers on the land Tunneling beneath the city Extracting diamond and copper Making … Continue reading 2050

I avoid eye contact and hunch my spine Repeating over-rehearsed lines Key phrases and carefully chosen replies Each one tested in thousands of imagined conversations Even my vulnerability is poll tested for adaptation Always outside my body in conversation I’m not sure my mask is detachable A back up plan for the inescapable Always apologize … Continue reading Patient Explanations #8

“Kill the Indian, save the man”Forced into schools for assimilation Genocide committed on unceded land Children held hostage by “god’s” nationBrick by brick they built the schools One by one they buried child natives Schools became Custer’s lasting tool Education keeping the “s*vages” placated Hostages meant to keep the warriors calm No war rises when … Continue reading Save the Indian

No one prepares for peace There are no stockpiles of party hats Spirit weeks for empty ICU wards Never a shortage of welcome mats No savings accounts for cotton candy Or slush funds for art galleries Poets and singers never overbooked No one frustrated by their extravagant salary No one planning celebrations on a Tuesday … Continue reading Breaking Peace