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Strength. What does this mean in the new world that moves beyond patriarchal domination? We find strength in our capacity to be vulnerable. We find freedom in our burgeoning ability to face our abusers & oppressors with the will to say: you have no power over me. We must remember as we accept the gifts of our parent Earth that we must not horde their abundance but embrace our suffering & learn to share. The divine androgen is moving swiftly through our world these days. We have a choice to make & an opportunity to pause in the midst of our trials to accept the new flame nascent in the coming aeon.

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Expanding reading style that I am developing. #queerastrology #queertarot

#queerastrology #queertarot

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Who am I or the lack of discernible I in the context of star galaxy aeon. Identity changes & as we move towards a greater love for self & other our own vision for happiness emerges w/in the realm of self. We can project a brighter dawn onto the horizon of our lives. Beyond the cultural references of the cards a vision of pure white are the myriad original people's of the earth. Our identities are allowed to grow into their truth. We can & must find & reclaim abundance in the midst of Empire #queerastrology #queertarotreadersofinstagram #queer #pocastrology #poctarot #creolendn #ndn

#queer #pocastrology #ndn #creolendn #queertarotreadersofinstagram #poctarot #queerastrology

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Hey hey loves. After many many years of dedicated study it's time that I make my own understanding of these ancient symbols available. Understand the symbols of empire to transcend them #queertarot #queerastrology #tarot #destroypatriarchy #lovewins #indigenousresistance

#tarot #queertarot #destroypatriarchy #indigenousresistance #lovewins #queerastrology

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How can we evolk the tarot as indigenous ppl or oppressed ppl to understand the symbols of empire as a means of liberation #strength #tarot #tarotcards #queertarotreadersofinstagram #queertarot

#queertarot #strength #tarotcards #tarot #queertarotreadersofinstagram

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cousin dies of an overdose and another cousin has a daughter an incel man plows into ppl in a truck in toronto mostly women and there are something like 7 million more men than women in India and China and it turns out a literal part of roy’s heart has died it says in the echocardiogram he got before starting a new ADD med but it’s fine he just needs to eat more salad and mamihlapinatapai is the most precise word according to linguists bc it means something like when two ppl look at each other and the look is that they both know what the other shd do but neither wants to initiate and wilkes says john krazinski is the shortest of three brothers the others are 6′8 and 6′9 and i start to palpitate and my booty falls  the fuck off on the link light rail on the way to drop off my stuff at rich’s in cap hill before making a zine with aidan at cold cube and IMAGINE BEING THE MOZARELLA IN BETWEEN THAT FUCKING SLICE OF BAGUETTE ARE YOU KIDDING ME  6′8 AND 6′9 I NEED TO BE IN A SMALL CLOSET IN A SHOE BOX APARTMENT IN THE STICKS LIKE TOTALLY BY MYSELF SUFFOCATING INTO A PAPER BAG and jess texts me she’s got a mass inside of her the size of an orange and she’s going in next week and I’m practicing lines for when I officiate Becky’s wedding some kind of grand metaphor about the golden hour and wanting to experience things vs dissect them and someone tells me they used to say you shd wait five years before publishing yr next book like seriously what’s yr rush it’s encouraged and I’m like did u not just read? my cousin died today he’s only two years older than me like binch i would LOVE to imagine being alive in five years but I have these bones u feel me? and just like that i’m writing a poem

again

I will always remember you

on the drive to seattle, platelets in the artery of the 5 shunting into the city’s heart bc usually I take the bust bc of course usually I’m by myself and the bus meanders off the freeway and comes in on the sneak, dropping me in the international district like a side piece and this is the last sentiment abt boys I will ever write bc I’ve already written those poems I mean those books lol Connective tissue wears down over time causing all sorts of problems, including________

I’m hungry and I said it and I’m not taking it back I guess time really has passed even though now it feels like gurgling rainbow sprinkles I remember being a common teenage anorexic in the throws I mean the throes of whittling myself invisible and saying “I’m Hungry” was like saying “Kill Me Slowly With Blunt Force Trauma You Fucking Dog Bitch” and while I’ve gotten better at saying the word and in fact all words and in fact it turns out I have a very loud ass face buried under the mirepoix of self-censorship and extreme doubt and cool ranch doritos I don’t know what it means in the sense that I’m hungry like is that something I shd take care of with food?

Okay. Yes. Got it. But pizza nachos or a salad and like life says do both do it all stupid or none of it and I shame face still embargo fashion magazines and as self actualized or whatever as i can get I still can’t step on a scale without invoking somewhere in my ankle chakra the weights I would wear at weigh ins so my mom would feel okay at the tail end of their marriage and when the suns set on our family And later Rich and Willie and Chase talk about the ProudBoys stalking up to Cap Hill 70 strong twice the size the were last year “not to fight” chase says intones that they’re mostly non violent frat boys just trying to disrupt the community and I feel disrupted and disrupted is the literal outcome terrorism Not like Syria or Pakistan where the journalists lay or Mogadishu bustling city center bombs or ICE at every 

turn targeting churches Sanctuaries and sanctuary cities and ppl targeting Michelle Wolf for calling out liars at the WHCD in the corrupt regime like arent we supposed to be rallying around her? Where to we place the feelings of white women over literal families being torn apart and the the bombs and the bombs and the bombs in other countries 

and murdered and missing indigenous women never get an article on any paper its like idk if I’m even here  

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sketch

looking out at the world

with its growing discontent

the camera man is smiling

explaining his disingenuousness

eloquently. I resist the perforations

as they fold in on me. the fine labia

the hills and valleys. red hot sand

of isolation. I breathe them away

blow the particles & tickle

blind eye & snap of the camera

my arms unfurl the flaps

push my head out & taste the heat

breathe, breathe, breathe

flush myself of birth canal

open

heart

open

#indigiqueer #indigenous queer poetry #queer poetry #lgbtpoetry #tumblr poem #tumblr poetry #spilled ink

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DNA

jesus carries yr pain but just in case carry a cross on yr back. Buddha says suffering in the mind. I checked my DNA for advice and found genocide.

#indigiqueer #indigenous queer #queer poetry #lgbt poetry #NDNpoetry #NDN #DNA #genocide

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sometimes I wonder what poem is

Sometimes I wonder what poem is Then it’s clear like conversation & why I chose 'home' & the clanking Dishes. who was it that used to live In the grove. it was my mother's dad's Parents. Silence. they were NDNs N SILENCE. cousin so and so used to Go to church just over there they called It a mission church but we didn't know why SILENCED grandma said they hid in the Woods. silence would you pass the cake I wonder what poem is SILENCED

#indigipoetry #queer indigenous poetry #NDN #queerpoetry #indigiqueer #lgbtpoetryprompt #NDNpoetry #silence #silenced

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star songs

Thot I heard stars twinkling but Was an ice cream truck Doppler of sirens Saws & the filter of suburbs Waning like the moon My chart never told me that Days could be so cold I’m thinking of moving to Phoenix. At least it’s hot Hot as fuck. I’d rather be fucking Than fucked unless I’m really talking about seX

The ice cream truck lady had Just assumed be a star Piano in the wind Celeste in the night at noon Glockenspiel so I don’t go crazy I’ll stick to the sweetness of living The earth is black & chalky & the stars are wholesome Salt & pepper like my hair One day I’ll be the white tail of Eagle. Tremble in the blue All my love I will circumambulate Doppler my songs & pianos

#queer poetry #indigenous poetry #queer indigenous poetry #lgbt poetry #lgbtpoetry #gay poetry #native american poetry #eagle #ice cream truck

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karma

feet root black Mississippi delta as in 4 direction leaves lean west clasp ocean wind reach cast shadow wane in dry light the nopales & yucca happy desert song dance seeds whoop in chaos rest in sand ancient pray to release the loam trust pollen begin within

#queer poetry #queerpoetry #lgbtpoetry #native American poetry #indigenous poetry #queer indigenous poetry #tumblr poem #lgbtpoetryprompt

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XY FATHER WZ SOMEWHERE ANGRY

XY FATHER WZ SOMEWHERE ANGRY        

Xy father wz somewhere angry            For what & hush            & now tho s/he may nevr apprehend        I see in enmity                    Xa killed xy tree            Xa killed xy river            Xa killed xy lake            Xa moon wz squarely spared                Xa boys sport Nikes            & go along xe way        Soft morning light            Mountain spread in tar

       Xy father wz somewhere angry            For what & hush            & now tho s/he may nevr apprehend        Xy corporealities’ swollen jeopardy

           Xey raped xy mama            Xey xey plucked xe tongue            Xey stole xe holy way            Xy thots wr squarely stuffed

       Parade in yellow light            & go along xe path        Oxer side of void            Xe goose painted as an eagle

       Xy father wz somewhere angry            For what & hush            & now tho s/he may nevr apprehend        Ma yell xe hell away

            Like a mountain stripped 4 gold            Like a leopard skinned 4 skin            Like a tree mulched 4 suburbs            Xer Babies not even squared

       Wake xe fuck up uz privileged multitude            Uz trample path mY elders wept        Smoldered tree uz cut            Solemn destiny denied

       Xy father wz somewhere angry            For what & hush            & now tho s/he may nevr apprehend        grief in place of fury

           4 mY identity            4 mY life silenct at gun            4 mY sxt crushed by cross            Not even mY peace wz squared            Xe bird that comes to greet mX            Xe bird shall set mX free        Xe bird that carries Spirit’s love            Xe bird shall set mX free                Xy father wz somewhere angry            For what & hush            & now tho s/he may nevr apprehend

       Y xam still not free

#queer poetry #queerpoetry #queer poets on tumblr #queer poets of color #indigenous poetry #lgbtpoem #lgbtpoetry

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collection

the sun dawned & i collected sun to myself, as myself let myself direct these colors as myself. as not myself as a thing corporeal as a no thing, void as all & none as void & one

#indigenous poetry #queer poetry #spilled ink #spilled poetry #tumblr poem #sun #dawn #void

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balm

the feeling lodged in my sternum like the bullet in my leg. a soft pain. a pounding ache like

sword memorized in dna. told my body that it was ok. ok to forgive but the balm in my gut had not been dropped

the acid core. magma & rain. once my brother showed me asteroids and teachings a red coal glowed me green eruptions

in moments my airplane hovers high enough to catch the sensation of relief

#queer poetry #spilled ink #spilled poetry #tumblr poem #indigenous poetry

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untitld

WOKE UP TO FIND LITTLE EMBER LADY IN THE DREAM WHERE I WAS AWAKE & THE PACK OF WHERE WE WERE. DRIVING ALWAYS INTO MOUNTAINS ESCAPE HATCH OF MY DESPERATION TO BECOME INCORPOREAL. HERE THE LINES ARE NOT AS LINES AND THE THIN BAND OF SMOKE. GO THERE & CATCH ME SOMETHING TO ETCH IN THE WRETCHED SAND

#spilled ink #spilled thoughts #untitled #indigenous poetry #queer poetry #tumblr poem

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MY FATHER WAS SOMEWHERE ANGRY

Xy father was somewhere angry            For what and hush            And now tho s/he may never apprehend        I see in enmity                    Xa killed xy tree            Xa killed xy river            Xa killed xy lake            Xa moon was squarely spared                The boys sport nikes            And go along the way        Soft morning light            Mountain spread in tar

       Xy father was somewhere angry            For what and hush            And now tho s/he may never apprehend        Xy corporealities’ swollen jeopardy

           Xey raped xy mama            Xey they plucked ze tongue            Xey stole xe holy way            Xy thoughts were squarely stuffed

       Parade in yellow light            And go along the path        Other side of void            Xe goose painted as an eagle

       Xy father was somewhere angry            For what and hush            And now tho s/he may never apprehend        Ma yell the hell away

            Like a mountain stripped 4 gold            Like a leopard skinned 4 skin            Like a tree mulched 4 suburbs            Xer Babies not even squared

       Wake the fuck up uz privileged multitude            Uz trample path my elders wept        Smoldered tree uz cut            Solemn destiny denied

       Xy father was somewhere angry            For what and hush            And now tho s/he may never apprehend        grief in place of fury

           4 mY identity            4 mY life silenct at gun            4 mY sex crushed by cross            Not even mY peace was squared            The bird that comes to greet xe            The bird shall set me free        The bird that carries spirits love            The bird shall set xe free                Xy father was somewhere angry            For what and hush            And now tho s/he may never apprehend

       Y xam still not free

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