I woke up Sunday morning and wondered if it had all been just a dream. The kind of dreaming where it is hard to distinguish the surreal from reality. A whirlwind of sound and experience. And every element falling into place exactly as it should be.

It only happens once every few years, but on Saturday night I separated from my dream body, the magical unicorn, Ma Ja Ka. It was the closing night of “A Poem Is Where The Heart Is…” and the mood seemed right for us to become two bodies in order to read some of the poetry everyone has written throughout National Poetry Month inside the gallery.

Thank you everyone for attending this grand dream exhibition! Thank you to everyone who played such a big role in creating it. So much beauty and community was shared. I’m still frolicking in the euphoria stirred in my heart. I thought I’d be relieved to have the month over, but honestly, my heart aches for more. Looking forward to everything that comes next in this wild life.

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Preview of A Poem Is Where The Heart Is… sound installation

A little preview of things to come…

The closing reception of “A Poem Is Where The Heart Is…” on Saturday, May 12th at 7pm will feature an interactive sound installation assembled by Jamin Reyes, Brett Tomadin, Sam Fischer, and Marshall James Kavanaugh. Come join in the cacophonous bliss excited by five typewriters and a series of noise effects creating the folklore of the Taos Hum through poetic device. A hum that’ll provide the under layers for readings of everything written inside the space throughout the month of April, aka National Poetry Month.

Don’t miss it!

 

Preview of A Poem Is Where The Heart Is… sound installation

A Poem Is Where The Heart Is – Exhibition for National Poetry Month

A Poem Is Where The Heart Is…
April 7th – May 12th, 2018
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Closing Reception on Saturday, May 12th, 2018 at 7pm
At Parse Seco (487 State Road 150, Arroyo Seco, NM – next to Taos Cow)
April was Poetry Month and Parse Seco had quite the literary medley to keep your ears, eyes, and hearts entertained. On Saturday, May 12th the gallery opens its doors with an installation that showcases the diverse range of voices found in the Taos region. Through spoken word, music, movement, and film, audience members will find themselves connected to a community so elevated in its heart. Stop by for the closing reception for a last chance to add your voice to the exquisite corpse that has grown along the gallery walls throughout the month. With new additions to the installation, including a 4-dimensional soundscape made of the typewritten orchestra you’ve already seen portrayed in analog, the gallery will come to life with all new modes of poetic visionA Poem Is Where The Heart Is. We hope to see you there!
 
Some of the things that have been seen over the month of April
at A Poem Is Where The Heart Is:

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Currents New Media Festival 2018

Currents New Media Festival - PROMO

This year I’ll be performing with Anthony Evan Carson at Currents New Media Festival 2018 in Santa Fe, NM for Opening Weekend, June 7th-June 10th. We’ll be offering Dreams By Request, as well as creating a living, breathing dream exhibition on the streets of Santa Fe’s Railyard Plaza. Expect to see a unicorn or two added to the general menagerie of poetry and drawings on demand.

Very excited to be a part of this exiting international festival celebrating new media!

 

More info can be found here: https://currentsnewmedia.org/work/dreams-by-request/

Currents New Media Festival 2018

A POEM FOR YOUR THOUGHTS?

A POEM FOR YOUR THOUGHTS?

It is my distinct honor to be featured today on the front page of The Santa Fe New Mexican, one of the longest running newspapers in the southwest.

Straddled beside news of Hurricane Irma’s impending landfall, I’d like to think I’ve been typing up a little hurricane of my own over the last 2 years while I’ve lived in New Mexico. One that instead of wreaking havoc and destruction, has brought light to the four corners encouraging people to think more with their hearts, connecting to their surroundings.

There have been many predecessors before me, cultivating the street poet hustle, and I honor them all hoping that this little feature serves to inspire those that follow. Thank you so much to Robert Nott for the interview and to Gabriela Campos for this shot of me amid thought, soaking up the air with a furrowed brow, and my tongue hanging out in an ever so slightly clownish way.

Most days I am still absolutely amazed that this is my life. This is my body. I really appreciate everyone who has supported me along the way in getting here. Every word of encouragement has been a much needed push to keep me on my path, continuously moving forward.

You can read the article here: http://www.santafenewmexican.com/life/features/a-poem-for-your-thoughts/article_09033daf-d663-5853-8fd2-5a6ad9350446.html

A POEM FOR YOUR THOUGHTS?

A Visit to #TentCityATL

POETS FOR PEACE
Tour #2
Day 5 – Atlanta
photo by Heather Marie Laveau

On our last night of tour, as the Libra full moon rose over downtown Atlanta, Catherine Rush and I performed with the local leaders of #TentCityATL. It’s an occupation outside of the former Braves baseball stadium, which is being redeveloped by Georgia State University. The encampment is set up to protest the gentrification of the surrounding neighborhoods and make sure the Community Benefits Agreement agreed upon by thousands of members of the neighborhood is used for any future developments.

There was magic held in this moonlight to share words on the front lines in the urban center of a city, and call upon the bald eagles and many blessings I witnessed at Standing Rock to come here to this city of Atlantis. To hear the stories of neighbors and their experiences fighting the imperialistic war machine throughout their lives. To see community formed around a cause that will benefit the many, and take power away from the few.

This energy is rising. It has been for a while now. The floodgates have been released. In each city. In each neighborhood. In each residence. The people are coming together and fighting off the warmongers. Fighting off the profiteers. They’re fighting for the right to exist. They’re fighting for their identities. They’re fighting for PEACE.

One wisdom from the night shared by a sister activist and poet: “When we think of peace, we think of flowers. But, to get flowers you have to shake up the ground a little. You know, till the earth and such. To get peace, we’re going to have to shake things up a little. Overturn the ground. That’s how peace can grow.”

A Visit to #TentCityATL

Where The Wild People Live

The full moon rises. Another night of song and prayer. Howls echo into the night as mother moon reaches her maxim. Drums are the driving force. Fireworks burst in the night time sky.

All day there are chainsaws resounding across the camps. Groups of people chopping large woodpiles for their neighbors in preparation for the coming snows. Yurts and teepees going up filling every open space. 

Daily actions drive out in caravans to disrupt DAPL’s construction. Those that return tell stories of great strength and peaceful resolve through extreme conflict. Armed DAPL workers that pull out their guns and threaten the Water Protectors. National guard lined up in riot gear. Water Protectors being jailed in dog kennels. Twenty hours spent imprisoned by a police force that is utterly disorganized in their attempt to control the will of the people.

At sunset, my uncles strip down and dive into the freezing waters of Cannonball River. They shout, “In the spirit of Crazy Horse! In the spirit of Sitting Bull!” as they resurface. The river reflects the purple-orange of northern heavens.

A somber note is in the Hayukka Camp. Clowns feel as much sadness as everyone else, if not more. They feel it all, whatever it is. 

News that the pipeline is almost 100% complete in North Dakota has reached the front page of the Bismark Times. Everyone holds their breath that there will be a continued halt to construction as the Army Corps continues to not approve a permit for construction underneath the Missouri River.

The Bismark Times says the CEO of Energy Transfer Partners is going to go ahead with construction anyway. They can afford to pay the fines. They even offer to pay the $10 million in expenses that Morton County has incurred arresting everyone.

This is where this country is these days. The only penalties banks and corporations face are monetary, and they have so much amassed wealth no fine is too much to stop them.

Where are the People to hold these tyrants accountable? You think politicians have any control of these bullies? When are the People going to rise up and demand change?

Iceland is a small island. And yet after the financial collapse they had millions in the streets. Within weeks the bankers that caused the collapse were in jail. A new government was in place. Now they are one of the wealthiest countries in Europe, with the Pirate Party making gains each election in Parliament.

It doesn’t take much for social change. It takes the people trusting their own power. It takes getting rid of cynicism and despair. It takes warriors investing in their hearts.

Standing Rock is where these warriors are born. It is where the wild people live. The last people willing to take risks to save the water where all life comes from. It is a native movement that has encouraged others wanting to find their roots to dig in deep.

Communication is key here. The white way of talking has ruled this country for far too long. Man comes up and tells Other Man what to do. Other Man responds by arguing a better way of action. Both Men spend more time arguing than doing anything.

Here that doesn’t happen. Nightly, the conversation over the fire is about letting go of this old way of talking. Letting go of this toxic masculinity. Listening and showing respect.

Grandfather walks up to the Sacred Fire. The fire goes quiet to listen. Grandfather taps the fire with his staff and says, “This fire. These rocks. This river. These have been here. A long time. These people. We come here to learn the old ways. The ways of our relatives. The ways of this earth. This ground. These stars. The people come to the earth. They ask for her lessons. This is the way it was told. This is what we find here.”

The youth lead the charge. The elders are there with them. The clowns provide distractions to disrupt the Black Snake, so that the rest can continue to take action. The rest learn how to live without the Black Snake’s influence.

Two nights ago, I dreamt of the Black Snake. He had all my relatives entangled in his long winding scales. But he was not invincible. He was not indestructible. In the dream, I was close to defeating him. Another swipe of my sword and he would have fallen.

Life, unfortunately, is destructible. And we must protect it or fail ourselves.

Where The Wild People Live