Now Dig My Grave

There was a bird on the floor this morning. Probably from the cat. Let’s blame everything on the cat. The bird’s body is bound with long strings from the carpet, twisted around the wings and legs. A rope of old cobwebs hold its beak shut. It almost looks like someone did this on purpose. Does…


Is she ill? Does she have a headache? Perhaps the music on the radio has lulled her to sleep. Whatever the case may be, I’m glad someone was there to cover her with a blanket.

Nathan Niigan Noodin Adler’s “WRIST” launch

Last Saturday, I was pleased to read a story¬†at the launch of Nathan Niigan Noodin Adler’s WRIST, coming from Kegedonce Press. Also sharing their work that evening were Lena Recollet, Christine Miskonoodinkwe Smith, Jo SiMalaya Alcampo, and musician Arthur Renwick.