
aunty says dreams
are messages & to treat them
like cracked sidewalks
like bone bare trees
like playing crib
with your aunties before supper
be careful
let it be beautiful
& pay attention
aunty says dreams
are messages & to treat them
like cracked sidewalks
like bone bare trees
like playing crib
with your aunties before supper
be careful
let it be beautiful
& pay attention
I FELL IN LOVE ON TWITTER
which if you didn‘t know
is the worst place to fall
in love or lust
to be earnest
& funny
& cree
& queer
& every other
beautiful thing
Nêhiyaw (Cree) writer Jessica John‘s‘ first poetry collection is only 40 pages, so it didn‘t take long for me to read through it twice. And I will read through it again, because I can‘t get enough. “My ceremony is facetiming my nieces & nephew every sunday.” From badass grandmothers to dreams about MySpace, love letters, warnings and doorways: these are poems about holding on to joy and beauty no matter what. #Indigenous #LGBTQ #trans #poetry ??
if i were
a tornado i‘d make sure to drop
something nice off at your house:
a dairy cow, a bouquet of wheat
from alberta, a time machine.