award-winning writer & performing artist in Lingit Aani, Juneau, Alaska
award-winning writer & performing artist in Lingit Aani, Juneau, Alaska
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Little Tornadoes Inside lives a cyclone that can throw him to the floor. A punch to the arm he craves, a battle in his ears to slay the storm within. Give him a cinnamon stick, ginger beer, whiskey cranberry sauce, a lemon — anything to burn the fireworks in his mouth. I don’t know where […]
Because she is of the wilderness, why shouldn’t the rhythm of a thousand hustling feet induce her to run through TSA? Because when riding an escalator, why shouldn’t she wait for the prettiest step, although it may mean losing Mommy who has alteady gone ahead and landing spread eagle upside down between five metal moving […]
Welcome to the Prose Garden, where we grow hope and inspiration, fresh perspectives, with a good watering of beautiful contradictions and terrible word plays. Here we explore the entropy of parenting and life in Southeast Alaska, peppered with true tales of venturing off the beaten path, crossing borders real and invisible, and living beyond the imaginable.
Nature in tandem, aiding and abetting,Waves smooth as the bodies that chase them,Perfect symmetry drawn in ocean combers,And all there is is this moment.Diet of fish and fruit rendered my body spacious,Boneless like a jellyfish,Flesh swimming in skin sun-kissed,Mermaid hair blonde, waving,One with the water, anticipating,Interpreting the swell,Hop up on the board and let nature […]
With Thanksgiving approaching, I remember how the Rastafari taught me to give thanks.
El que niega la muerte, niega la vida. (He who denies death, denies life.) — Octavio Paz Yesterday the last leaf fell from our maple tree as my grandmother succumbed to a long sleep. She is between worlds now, purring like a kitty cat. Fall catches us in a bed of vermillion and rust to […]
Trick-or-treating in crappy weather asking strangers to feed my children candy… What’s not to love?
Wind’s hands reachwith fingers of amber leaves,grasping for the deer thatdisappears into the night When does a deer become a pet? When you start to feed him apples? When he comes around regularly enough to earn a name? It’s deer-hunting season, so I’m surprised he still comes back. “He looks tasty.” My husband licks his lips. […]
