SATURDAY

When did timebecome that thing we allowedto micro managethe many liveswe seeminglylive in a day. Tick! Waking.Tock? Eating. Tick! Commuting.Tock? Schooling. Tick! Working.Tock? Paying. Til one day; you turnyour calendar self off&sleep in like its Saturdayfor a month. Eating only when  hungry. While drinking coffeeat midnight as you write. Because tomorrowsa Saturday. @loisfay

Summer Solstice

IT IS TIME There comes a timesomewherein the midst of June. When Mother Earthshakes outher blanket of warmsweet existence. Whispering, it is time. Queue the rhythmicsounds of bees;busily pollinatingeverything in sight. And everythingis as it should be. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.

IN A BOOK

She needed storiesas much as the pagesof a book needed her. To escape. In a quiet cornershe read cover to coverloving & hating characters. To connect. Yes, sure she tried different scenarios onwhen storylines lingered. Long after the last page. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.

IN THE LOW

The highs, the lows & all the way arounds. Riding so highshe canbarely see the ground. To the too highs, too lows & too many times around. Hiding in the lowshe'sno where to be found. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.

RED DRESS

Red dress. Hanging from branchesof bare bonetrees in the month of May. Red dress. Visually, giving voiceto thosewho've been silenced. Red dress. Hauntingly beautifulas thelife you represent.  May 5 is the National Day of Awareness and Action for Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls and Gender diverse people.  Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.