I belong to...
the enchanted hills, native oaks, and soft fog of the East Bay Area, home to hawk messengers, horse allies, mud-footed friends, secret creeks, and imaginal worlds. first peoples: Bay Miwok, Ohlone.
San Francisco, regenerating city of pasts and futures; births, deaths, sojourns, dérives, and rebirths. first peoples: Muwekma, Ramaytush, Ohlone.
the Sonoran Desert, whose sonic name might be a chorus of psychedelic birdsong. from you I learn how creativity and survival are old, old friends. first people: Tohono O’odham, Pascua Yaqui.
Hawaii, islands. volcanic rocks reach so deep they touch the night sky. land of myth and sacred mirrors, resurgence and reckoning. home to Kanaka Maoli.
Mojave Desert, place of sun, wings, prophecy, industry, and forgetting. launch-pad for orbits to other worlds. home to the Kitanemuk and Kawaiisu tribes.
Ustama. the hard-edged, sweet-songed, gold-bored foothills of Nevada County and the lands that branch in granite above its blue-green rivers and hot-tempered core. land who conscience looks like sun on black rock and whose place-keepers remind me what it means to keep integrity with inner/outer worlds. land whose Nisenan name means “from among us.”
that place that resists language, where we sometimes fall and fall back into ourselves. among the many names it goes by: underworld, otherworld, elsewhere, loam.
the enchanted hills, native oaks, and soft fog of the East Bay Area, home to hawk messengers, horse allies, mud-footed friends, secret creeks, and imaginal worlds. first peoples: Bay Miwok, Ohlone.
San Francisco, regenerating city of pasts and futures; births, deaths, sojourns, dérives, and rebirths. first peoples: Muwekma, Ramaytush, Ohlone.
the Sonoran Desert, whose sonic name might be a chorus of psychedelic birdsong. from you I learn how creativity and survival are old, old friends. first people: Tohono O’odham, Pascua Yaqui.
Hawaii, islands. volcanic rocks reach so deep they touch the night sky. land of myth and sacred mirrors, resurgence and reckoning. home to Kanaka Maoli.
Mojave Desert, place of sun, wings, prophecy, industry, and forgetting. launch-pad for orbits to other worlds. home to the Kitanemuk and Kawaiisu tribes.
Ustama. the hard-edged, sweet-songed, gold-bored foothills of Nevada County and the lands that branch in granite above its blue-green rivers and hot-tempered core. land who conscience looks like sun on black rock and whose place-keepers remind me what it means to keep integrity with inner/outer worlds. land whose Nisenan name means “from among us.”
that place that resists language, where we sometimes fall and fall back into ourselves. among the many names it goes by: underworld, otherworld, elsewhere, loam.