award-winning writer & performing artist in Lingit Aani, Juneau, Alaska
award-winning writer & performing artist in Lingit Aani, Juneau, Alaska
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At the edge of the gumdrop forest waits a door to swallow her whole deep, deeper down the rabbit hole she hopes to lose her mind or find her soul or a better way back than before. Perhaps chance upon a homeless camp tarp and dust pan, flash backs to that woman & those men […]
Oh my gosh you guys, I don’t usually talk like a valley girl, but when I do it’s because I am immensely impressed. The latest edition to come out of University of Alaska Southeast, Tidal Echoes 2020 is the most stunning literary magazine I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. Leafing through the gorgeous prose […]
One out of seven jobless, Venezuela size statistics, but the Tongass is alive, listen— the wilderness so thick, I could lean into this. No helicopters to spoil, and there’s a part of me that likes to do hard things— like fool myself into jumping off this cliff sixty feet into the drink, […]
More Cowbell (Easter Memories) In diapers you would cause and effect Easter eggs against rocks just to hear the sound of them break Your coyote mind shattered curious glass oceans with a stone’s throw Even now you test my calm to prove that love is stronger than your rollercoaster. I could […]
This year Tidal Echoes, founded by University of Alaska Southeast, virtually launched their annual showcase of literature and the art. For their first Author Poetry Reading, the magazine asked me to read my poem, “Letter to the Universe,” a poem for girls everywhere. Diane DeSloover also reads her poem about the first time she watched […]
Dear Reader, I hope all of you are finding some good in this surreality we are living in. I don’t know about you, but I have come to appreciate this time to press pause, take a deep breath, reflect, write, read, and connect with family and friends (over various virtual platforms). I’ve gotten more fresh […]
Today we drew animals and read about the Titanic. We drove our cars slowly— imagine a snail, then slow it down even more. Every day is like a Sunday, like moving underwater, like when Alaska burned & smoke circled us in a dream. What other than a crisis can put you in the moment, without […]
A devil’s club graveyard all that remains, bones of a mighty clubbed fortress reduced to small brown skeletons, silent, still scaffolds of what once was. This is how you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits roam the earth, right before the first snow: the rainforest so dry and quiet bones and shapes, negative space, […]
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 […]
