Cosmic Improv


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Show Must Go On.”

As a American Indian/First Nations/Native American storyteller…I could play the lead in a movie. The main character moves through time, space, and place and having improv experience I could see my self performing as a lead actor. As a dear departed poet friend once said,”It’s not magical realism…it’s reality!”


Liminal Space Voyager


The Pacific breeze winded through the riverine and smelled of rain time. Tall seagrass swayed as I stepped out from my hiding place of sea-salted firs on the sand dunes. I shouted, “I see you!”  A tall shadow swayed, it stopped and then stood in the far tree line. It was a “male”. His squatch hair matted and long, his eyes open, his whiskered mouth open as he blinked toward me.There was a smell of earth, sounds of water falling like an ancient song calling me to follow into the riverine shadows as he crossed into them. I did not.



In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ghostwriter.”

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If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?

Since my tribal memories are of 10,000 years and that seems like a long time. I choose William Shakespeare.  His ability to conjure time and use of language to illustrate the tragic being and myth of being worthy to rule other humans/places.  A Tragedy of the soul, and “was from his mother’s womb Untimely ripped” as a condition of the spirit inhabiting my ancestral burial grounds risen to live among the living again.