Someone Took my Bones
I wrote and memorized a poem for one of my classes. The poem is supposed to, well,…. you read it
Broken Circles
Life and creation follows circular motions and cycles. The seasons perpetuate in a circle. We are born, become youth, adults,
Paddle Talk
“Sometimes if feels like you are the only one pulling the canoe and the other half of it is doing
Reclaim the Warrior 