Global Links to Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women

The international reach of The Fuckery's movement of disappeared indigenous women from North America goes beyond gaming institutions. It involves the diplomatic corps of the United States, Russia, Japan, China and Kyrgyzstan in the United States, Russia, Japan, China, Morocco, Germany and more.  It involves multinational resort and hotel brands that span the globe and... Continue Reading →

The Disappeared but Not Dead

There are so many who just want to come home. They are alive. There are so many mothers and brothers who think they're dead. They're not. They are alive. There are so many that have given up the hope of wrapping their arms around daughters and nieces and granddaughters. There are so many who just... Continue Reading →

Government Cheese and Truth

“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.”  “When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less... Continue Reading →

Oh, My Darling Empath

You have no idea You have no idea your desire to retreat is merely your fear of meeting yourself in another. You have no idea that your fear of another is merely your fear of intimacy with the one you've separated yourself from. Your avoidance of the stimuli that feeds your soul has led you... Continue Reading →

My secret is safe with your secret….

I've shared before the confusion and despair felt when ignored by tribal leadership I've reached out to across the continent. Whether the attempted connection is with Osage, Crow, or Anishinaabe (or Blackfoot or Cree or Shoshone or Cheyenne or Pima or....), the silence I've been met with has been as deafening and deadening as the... Continue Reading →

Afraid to feel?

Does it feel foolish to you, impossible even, that your 'feeling too much' isn't that at all? Can you, even the tiniest of moments between the fear, understand that when you truly recognize what it is you're feeling and from whence it comes, you'll know it is the highest expression of love there is? That... Continue Reading →

Principles and Visitations from the Mother

I'm reading a book called Benediction by Kent Haruf. It's one of those that I'm forcing myself to finish for reasons I can't comprehend. It's annoying. Damn-near all dialogue and not a single quotation mark. There's a scene in which a preacher pisses off his congregation by suggesting that loving thine enemy and turning the... Continue Reading →

Universal Fury

The mouth in the clouds opens into a universal scream because there is no space for a dream -ing of future, places, tense for little girls; Ripped from the bosom of the Mother then forced unto a Father whose hellfire and damnation damned the father to disconnect from all that is truly holy and created... Continue Reading →

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