Beautiful...I am a 30y/o Native woman from Isleta Pueblo, and reading this calmly put my mind at ease. I've been so frustrated with the things happening around me, but I always try to remind myself that life is beautiful - even the things that we don't have control over can evolve into something positive one way or another. Thank you for sharing this :-)
Thank you, Chanel! Those are very kind words. Yes, how do we turn our jesters into astronauts?! I did it in a poem. I don’t know how well I do it in real life.
I woke up, I dealt with some work shit from my email, which annoyed me, which reminded me of all the other things that annoy me, or hurt me, or get me angry...
And then I read this poem you put in my feed, and it reminded me that there is beauty and poetry and sadness of so much greater magnitude, it reminded me of so much that I know but cannot put into words, because, unlike you, I am not a poet. Thank you.
Beautiful...I am a 30y/o Native woman from Isleta Pueblo, and reading this calmly put my mind at ease. I've been so frustrated with the things happening around me, but I always try to remind myself that life is beautiful - even the things that we don't have control over can evolve into something positive one way or another. Thank you for sharing this :-)
Thank you, Chanel! Those are very kind words. Yes, how do we turn our jesters into astronauts?! I did it in a poem. I don’t know how well I do it in real life.
I woke up, I dealt with some work shit from my email, which annoyed me, which reminded me of all the other things that annoy me, or hurt me, or get me angry...
And then I read this poem you put in my feed, and it reminded me that there is beauty and poetry and sadness of so much greater magnitude, it reminded me of so much that I know but cannot put into words, because, unlike you, I am not a poet. Thank you.
Monica, thank you so much for your kind words. And I’m happy that my poem gave you comfort and challenge.
so love your poetry and remembering your early work so long ago. Thanks.
Thank you! I published my first poem in a magazine in 1988! Thirty-three years ago!
Beautiful idea, birdsong as the only language!
Thank you!