Learning the definition of unrequited;

Step 1: Wash your hair; Stand in the shower and turn the water as hot as your skin will take; Pause. Stay until the water is cold.   Step 2: Accidently let your hand brush theirs. Count the seconds until you have your first intrusive thought. Count the seconds until you have your second. Third….

wanisinowin

here are some lies i’ve told you today: i’m fine it’s ok   you don’t understand what I mean when I say “but they’re my kin” maybe it’s because you grew up kicking anthills you were brought up with generations that don’t know what it feels like to run your hands over stretched hide but…

kiyam

you should be more than pretty you should be resilience and resistance and infinite; you should be huckleberries and canned moose meat a lesson i’m learning is that comparing yourself to moniyaw iskwewak is an inevitable means to an end when you were raised with survival instead of sweetness my name is rugaroo. my name is…

niso

pichiw 1. i am constantly chasing a feeling that i think i felt once before.  i feel it in the wind sometimes. 2. my body is my biggest enemy, and yet it is where i look inside for protection.  i want to tie cedar boughs to my ribs for a roof, line my spine with…

muskeg

I spent the day studying the curvature of your face; Exploring the dips below your cheek bones; The hollows of your ears; The marshes under your eyes; I don’t know if skin counts as treaty land But I think we’ve probably shared the space between layers.   I spent the night lying in dead spruce…

niya

scene one: and maybe if we fumble passed tongues coming undone we can undress these wounds and walk for miles – back to where we came from scene two: it’s okay if you don’t know where the kiskatinaw meets the peace but i hope you know that i have existed by dipping my feet in…

wisamin

tell me: have you heard the sound of falling snow? never?       ok. tell me: does it sting when your rub yoskipem on a mosquito bite? you don’t know?      ok. tell me: have you seen my ancestors dance their way across the sky? only in pictures?      ok. tell me:…

cipay

  my art will be  to meet you in our humble distance pasts.  praise our room with skin and bone.  i want you inside me, deeper than all the lamentable reasons we left home. dirt bag love affair – amber dawn (1) i thought we shared a story. coming undone, a common starting point maybe our…

pahkwêsikan

  my aunty never told me what to do when he doesn’t love you back. she did tell me to add melted butter to flour and mix with your hands until it feels like sand my aunty never told me what to do when you want to crawl inside your own ribcage for protection. add…

Protecting Our Truths

We carry a lot with us. We carry our stories, our loves, our histories, our traumas, inside ourselves every day.  And they are heavy.  They sometimes weigh on our hearts and take up residency in the back of our brains.  Sometimes they make our bones ache with their presence. The term reconciliation is something I…

Protecting our Stories

I am a collection of events.  I am an amalgamation of decisions and stories.  I am here because of the actions of others who have lived and loved, and somewhere in their existence my narratives were being created.  I was given this life to live because of the actions of my ancestors.  Living with these…