Indigenous Woman

I do not know how to be an Indigenous Woman. Therefore, my soul wonders. I have fallen so far from my centre. My roots have become dry and brittle. The Mountains, the lakes, the rivers, they are not the same. I know this because my Gram did tell […]

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Dusting off Some Poetry

Untitled You come to me like the aroma of the ocean Like a crisp wind, taking my breath away cutting through my skin painful but so wonderfully vibrant You arise before me entirely at once Your origin from depths unknown to me until now You give me certainty […]

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