our ancestors respected their kind domicile Mother Earth’s abundant refuge light, birdsong, their time pieces a morning musk offered forecast rustling leaves identifying the day’s temper animal moments framed seasons of waste nothing of use all then all torn asunder nearly obliterated: language, ritual, spirituality in near total genocide yet … Continue Reading Restoration


In the hours of darkness I am alone, amidst my fragrant cedar curls in a hushed refuge one half my length in width, one and a quarter in length, one half tall. Grimy, salted, worn utensils scattered around me. In this silence my only companions are up in the deepest … Continue Reading Metamorphose