‘Wanting & Waiting’ Is Up @ Untitled With Passengers

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‘Wanting & Waiting’ is up @ Untitled With Passengers here. Many thanks to Matthew Bevington.

Also wrote on desire and it can be found at Yareah Magazine.

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When There Is No Other Way

Mother - Melissa Fry

Mother – Melissa Fry

Claire Askew has been kind enough to feature my poem “When There Is No Other Way’ in her ONE NIGHT STANZAS here.

This week’s My Roots, here.

It has been such a horrific and devastating week for every Oklahoman. There has been so much loss. There is nothing to compare the landscape to but a war zone, much like our spirits. These storms hit at such an interesting time. With children happy to be finishing another school year. Looking forward to the summer break ahead. Parents busily making plans and arrangements for the same. None of us expecting what would be. One cannot help but realize and consider how short and precious life really is. How much time do we waste each day on worry, stress, things that would not matter if we weren’t promised tomorrow. We are not guaranteed a thing in this life, including anything beyond now. It should not require tragedy to jar or wake us from our self absorbed existences. There is always more we can be giving and doing for others. There is always another person who needs our love and help. A person reaching out, who needs someone. There is always somebody in need.

I am so touched and humbled by the strength and resilience, the way we are pulling together as a community to try and get everyone through this. To help people pick up and salvage the pieces we can and are able. To help to somehow go on from all this. To bring a bit of light and hope into such darkness. These are the very reasons I have always been proud to be an Okie. I have always known we have amazing people here. Truly GOOD people. It is my prayer that we learn from this and take away the wisdom that there is no time like the present. There is no other day than this, no other time than in this moment. To live, to love, to share, to laugh, to give, to cry, to help, to heal. To BE for another, for the people.

The storm’s victims will need long term care and assistance, we should not forget about them in the weeks, and months to come. We should also learn to practice gratitude for all the blessings we have in our lives, and learn to let go more of all the petty things we let interfere with our peace and happiness here. When I was little, (a long time ago, in the very old days lol) if we were sad, feeling sorry for ourselves we were taught to go do something for somebody else. It is hard to feel bad if you are making others feel better about things!
There are opportunities right now from making donations, to hands on labor. We can open our homes to a family that has no where to go. We can make prayers for all those involved and impacted. Those of us with skills, talents, or other creative resources can come up with even more ways to be useful. These are our sisters and brothers, these are our mothers and fathers, these are our friends and neighbors. There shouldn’t be anything we wouldn’t be willing to do huh?

I have been sitting on a secret ……..

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I was recently offered the MOST AMAZING opportunity. Everyone knows how much I love Yareah Magazine, with Isabel and Martin. They offered me a regular column there!! Of course, i’m there anyway. lol I waited until now to break the news, today is the first time it is running!!! Super excited!! Super happy. You may check it out here.

Red Corn Songs

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Isabel has once again graciously included me in Yareah Magazine!! Please feel free to check out my poems here. They are from ‘Red Corn Songs’.

I also found out my ‘Song For Yancey Red Corn’ made it all the way over here, to the Native American Encyclopedia! It is really making it’s rounds. It was in Indian Country Today, Native News Today, FirstPeople. lol I don’t know if it is spring and everyone likes a good love poem, or if it is something about an Osage man? Interesting nonetheless. My Grandmother used to tell us when we were little and coming up, to never let your love open with the Spring flowers. I assume because it might droop and fall just as quickly. What do you think?