I belong to...
Sonoran Desert, symphony of birdsong. from you I learn how creativity and survival are old, old friends. first peoples: Tohono O’odham, Pascua Yaqui.
the enchanted hills, native oaks, and soft fog of the East Bay Area, home to hawk messengers, horse allies, secret creeks, and mud-footed friends. your hills are the backdrop to my childhood imagination. first peoples: Bay Miwok, Ohlone.
San Francisco, regenerating city of pasts and futures; births, deaths, sojourns, and dérives. first peoples: Muwekma, Ramaytush, Ohlone.
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 sweet-songed, hard-edged, gold-bored foothills of Nevada County and the lands that branch in granite above its blue rivers and hot-tempered core. land that reminds me that magic seeks entrance where disturbance has scarred land; whose place-keepers teach 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.
Sonoran Desert, symphony of birdsong. from you I learn how creativity and survival are old, old friends. first peoples: Tohono O’odham, Pascua Yaqui.
the enchanted hills, native oaks, and soft fog of the East Bay Area, home to hawk messengers, horse allies, secret creeks, and mud-footed friends. your hills are the backdrop to my childhood imagination. first peoples: Bay Miwok, Ohlone.
San Francisco, regenerating city of pasts and futures; births, deaths, sojourns, and dérives. first peoples: Muwekma, Ramaytush, Ohlone.
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 sweet-songed, hard-edged, gold-bored foothills of Nevada County and the lands that branch in granite above its blue rivers and hot-tempered core. land that reminds me that magic seeks entrance where disturbance has scarred land; whose place-keepers teach 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.