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This site is ever a work in progress. It is being built with accumulated gestures. I place them here, in this space between us, so that we might surprise ourselves, so that we might know our connection.

Ancestry, unacknowledged

Dreams of the canyon ledge

startle me awake

remembering the elk

whose heavy life  

collided so forcibly with my own

as to kill.   

And now at a trading post

in Navajo Nation, I cannot sleep

 

My blood knows the story  

of violent, wildish clanking too well.

A knowing that breaks

on a windshield and slumps into

a foggy remembrance  

The warmth of home, 

now lost to her daughter  

 

 

Studio works in progress  

Studio works in progress  

Votes for art

Humans want to be heard and known.

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