Images: Minneapolis Redux

Benches anchored in cement.

The light/ rail/ busses
move common folk
from job to job.

The poet at the café
wears a blue beret.

The university’s ivy
walls and avenues where
my natives play deadly.

Three Thoughts

Indigenous Activism

Indigenous: adj: produced, growing, or living naturally in a particular region

Activism: n: a doctorine or practice that emphasizes vigorous action for political ends

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The last picture of my uncle

Black cowboy hat ( a cowboy indian), shades, and ponytail. Guitar (he was a lefty) and a leather shoulder strap that said: kute'.

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One line written on the brink of insanity:

In one year I'll walk the hardscape of the city. Anonymous and alone.

HOY! HOY!

And so here I am. I've done traveled and now back to work. Fuck. I should live a life of possessionessless. Yow. Anyway, autumn time blues, yet I love winter with all my Dakota heart. I've lost touch with so many people. Isolation. Isolato.

Epiphany: Insomnia leads me to genuflect at the orange morning sky.


Current Reads: "Disgrace" J.M. Coetzee; "Mama Day" Gloria Naylor; "The Way of Ignorance" Wendell Berry; "Essays in Existentalism" Jean Paul Satre; "Culture and Imperialism" Edward Said.