Poem: New Age Sacred Sage

I’ve got this feeling,
I’m feigning for sage,
This sacred sage,
It is so sacred,
That is was my destiny to arrive at this new age shop,
To buy $50 worth of sacred sage,

I walk out of the store and nearly bump into a real Native American,
But I am not sure,
Their skin was light,
Their skin was dark,
Their hair was golden,
Their hair was red,
Their nose was small,
Their nose was pointed,

They didn’t fit the stereotype in my colonial suburban mind,
I believe I just had a divine experience,
I ask,
Are you Native American?
They say a tribe I have never heard,
They yell back at me and say I should know the tribes in the area,
They light up that Pall Mall cigarette and storm away,
Down the sidewalk with an old rolling suitcase,
Torn and stained,

I’m hurt,
I need to smudge this bad energy from the Native American,

I climb into my suburban Volvo,
Drive to my cul-de-sac named “Indian Springs,”
It’s my right,
I’ve achieved every bit of what I have,
Angry Indians,
I’m enlightened,

1978,
1978,
1978.

Poem: A Statement of Apology from the Colonial Government

Dear First Nations,
We apologize for the inconvenience the delay in our response has caused,
Please be informed that we are working tirelessly to maintain settler colonialism,
The delay in our response is due to our swift response in maintaining violent occupation of your homelands,
Please be advised that if you don’t hear from us in a timely manner you are welcome to leave us a message,
On one of our many of our hotlines,
We will respond to your message at our earliest convenience,
Which means we won’t really be responding,
But routing your call to a different department,
In which the call may be dropped,
Or you may have a wait time of 600 years,
Again we apologize for any inconvenience that we have caused,
You are welcome to reach out to us as we work to improve our colonial system on your lands.

Poem: Honestly Land Loss

Photo: Naaminitigong - “the land beneath the trees.”  Checker boarded Manistee National Forest, south o’ town.  Land defending through decolonial running/reclamation/prayer.

Photo: Naaminitigong - “the land beneath the trees.” Checker boarded Manistee National Forest, south o’ town. Land defending through decolonial running/reclamation/prayer.

Ancestral tears,
Do not fear the pain you are about to feel,
When the land is not owned,
But eminent domain came in like a storm,
That knocked out our decolonial power,
We have been waiting for the power to come on for a long time,

The sounds of our relations,
Signal the connection to culture,
The trail leads near to your heart,
To find the story you need to share, 

The ancestors are still there,
The fires are lit,
They never went out,
As long as you allow the message to be delivered,

The heart is not disconnected,
And in order to heal,
We all need to feel,

Bless our resistance,
With our Anishinaabe teachings,
Anishinaabe governance,
To restore for balance,
Of the prophecies,
Decolonial power,
Resistance,
The precision of wisdom,

The land is ours,
It never left us,
There are fences,
Wires,
No trespassing signs,
Stay out,
You are not allowed,
Land for sale,
Call this realtor,
White land possession,
Mansions on our shores,

It is exhausting to feel,
This pain,
It is why everyday Indigenous existence is resistance,
Our voice is our power,
Let the land give your voice strength,
Speak truth to power,
Never give up when you are not heard,
The fires are on the shores,
The ancestors are on the waters,
In the forest,
Near us,

There is no time to waste,
Feel the ancestral sorrow,
Feel the ancestral grief,
Let the tears flow,
Self-care is community work,
Self-care is resistance,

You are not powerless,
We feel your grief,

Remember the land is ours,
It never left us,
One day Anishinaabe Aki will be restored,
Do not falter on the vision.

Poem: Giizhik Naawij

Cedar/Decolonial

The cedar on the water,
Ininwewi-gichigami,
In the light,
On a direction,
A path,

The hand,
The ancestor,
The water,
Become soothing to the soul,

The water,
Like a pure note,
Dazzling across the heart,

Without a sound,
Silence as memory,
The wind,
The pines,

Modern/Colonial

The old lamp,
Near the dock,
Near the village,
Near the hand,
The ancestor,
The water,

The sound,
The prayer,
Do you hear us?

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Translations

Giizhik - Cedar
Ininwewi-gichigami - Illinois Sea aka Lake Michigan
Naawij - Out in the lake

Poem: Mad Libs of Anti-Social Media

My obsession with rotary phones is real. More real than your smartphone. Rotary phones are elegant and regal. Decolonize today! When I run for Ogema in 2029 it will be mandatory to have a rotary phone in your home if you live on the reservation. Sincerely, real olde school Generation X-er.

My obsession with rotary phones is real. More real than your smartphone. Rotary phones are elegant and regal. Decolonize today! When I run for Ogema in 2029 it will be mandatory to have a rotary phone in your home if you live on the reservation. Sincerely, real olde school Generation X-er.

My Instagram left me running,
For myself,
In my own mirror,
Of self-absorption,
I knew I made it big on facebook with a clown,
That in town,
Ran away,
Like a king of a fling,
Ohhhh I am sure that stings,

The TRUTH,
You get the boot,
From the Russian bot,
Watching your activity,
Cuz youse is Indigenous on the internets,

I know you thinkin’ youse is wise,
Decolonizing with tons of hashtags,
You are so a millenilal,

Get a rotary phone,
Listen to the tone,
This is a poem,
So quit the roam,
Of your soul,

Phew!
Thank the God of Two-Spirit God’s,
Decolonial God’s in the Ojibwe night sky,
Alien cat God’s,
Alien angel human God’s prayin’ ya to thee decolonial JESUS,
All caps cuz he was a radical brown man,

What were you in your past life,
A lump on the log of anti-social media,
Smoke smoke smokin’ those likes up,

The world has taken the drug,
This is the smart plan,
To manipulate your soul,

Get out while you can,
Don’t bury your heard in the sand,

Delete,
Uninstall,
Roll it back,
Cuz youse is loosing track,
Of who you is,
In this world,

They will manipulate your mind,
So you think you are fine,
Why in fact you are not free,
Just let the app,
Tap,
Go,
Just be,
Like it was 1982,
With the talkin’ on the steps,
In the hood,
Before the corruption,
Disruption of the dial tone,
Phone.