Part One Rallies, walks, task forces, songs and billboards, conventions and commissions across the the US and Canada have convened to bring attention to missing and murdered indigenous women and children but the refrain, "What are you talking about?" remains common outside indigenous communities. It's still out of sight, out of mind; mirroring the intention … Continue reading The Isolation of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women Efforts (Part One)
Oh, Child. You are not just a child of God. You are the answer to aeons of prayer. You were made this way before breath brought you to life. Spider woman and thread weavers from realms you've not yet met answered the prayers of Ancients and made you. Your normal is not theirs Your normal … Continue reading Oh, Child.
See Something, Say Something Yes, you. So, when a Grandmother tells me I'm putting too much salt in a dish, I listen. I only had to disagree once to know she's right. When my gut says, "Don't head into that mud", I don't even try to argue. When my car says, "Yes", we go because … Continue reading How Long Will it Take You to Listen to your Heart
Three men representing three Nations across two countries. Gentlemen, did you really think you were operating unseen? Did you think those you claim to revere in public would approve of your behavior in private? Did you really think you could weaponize the medicine to protect yourselves, your 'product', and it's flow? Did it not occur … Continue reading The Gila River Monster, the Cowesses council member, the Wich-itan and the $50,000 Bullet
It is easy for many to keep the idea of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women as isolated; part of their world and, therefore, not our problem. They are sorely mistaken. While indigenous women and girls across the Americas are targeted victims for The Fuckery, they are not the only vulnerable ones that are potential prey. … Continue reading Off-line Recruiting Centers for The Fuckery
Why do we shout "Save the Mother!!" but quietly whisper the wish her daughters were 'just born boys' to save them?
Which frightens you most, the Ancient voices that come to you on the wind, cutting like slivers of ice on a cold day, or the faces and headless torsos that show themselves in dream?