The mummer of seagulls in my ear,
A memory of you with every tear, Continue reading
The mummer of seagulls in my ear,
A memory of you with every tear, Continue reading
There is so much death and suicide surrounding us. These are bits and pieces of my story that I have written over the years at my most desperate times. I am not proud of the fact I have struggled with suicidal thoughts and attempts, but I know I am not alone. Continue reading
The morning light came with more unwanted news. Our lands were again under attack. To the Native Nations left in this ‘America’ it was nothing new. Uranium mines, Tar Sands, the bombing and desecration of our sacred sites. All this we had suffered with while America’s public turned away, blind to our truth, or their governments atrocities. In the shadow of genocide, we remained constantly at war. Continue reading
Sitting down, surrounded by the council and the warriors, I began to tell them the premonition given to me in my dream. Our children stolen from us starved, beaten, raped only for a means to destroy their spirit. Evil teachings and drugs used to destroy our communities, disease, and desecration of our sacred ways. Continue reading
In the Inipi among the heat and haze a grandfather speaks… Hey ya ya hey ha hey ya yo… The sound of a lone drummer singing in the distance wakes me from the abyss of a nightmare. I awake disoriented and confused. Continue reading