Tadpole Press

I don't like to tell you this but when I cross the line I see you there too waiting, daring me with your bedazzled eyes of sapphire           to take the final step until I am wholly submerged

they asked me what I'll write as if I could define such a thing as if the halls weren't covered in moss and brimstone the mountains weren't faded with fog and mirrors

A few months ago, I went to my tribe's powwow on Sugar Island. I've been to other powwows across the US over the years, but this was the first time I've been to the one by my tribe. There was something special about it that felt like coming home. This is how we reclaim our truth. This is the power of owning the narrative. This is why storytellers are our most powerful allies.