Broden’s Elegy

There is the extraordinary in the ordinary— the daily getting up and getting things done after you’ve buried someone.   The tending to those children who are still alive in attempt to survive the bone ache sadness that settles in once the funeral is…

December 25, 2017

Distorted Karma

Ignore the pain around you because those who suffer deserve it.   The abducted child should not be sought because he is simply working out his past life transgressions. Obsession with self is your personal salvation.   I have heard this logic before from…

December 24, 2017


Her face was bloodied and bruised, not by a fist, or by accident, but intentionally, systemically, systematically.  The shape shifting that occurs when one pays a surgeon.  Hidden stitches along the jawline, the hairline underline an inner need for outer control.  She tricks Mother…

December 17, 2017

Tethered to the Past (Based on Actual Events)

Once upon a time when I was little, my father told me a story.  The DNR would bring him bear cubs in boxes.  Usually, they were cubs fresh from the den, their mothers shot or accidently struck by cars.  They were sometimes small enough…

July 24, 2017


I had a few demons that needed to be exercised.  You bury a few children and it is time for an emotional, spiritual walk about.  Indigenous people sometimes had the right idea.  I have tried a Blackfoot sweat lodge, but couldn’t make it to…

July 22, 2017

The Laws of Attraction

There once was a bear in Yellowstone that was drawn to the carcass of an elk.  The elk came to rest in the hollow of a ravine, at the edge of a basin.  The bear placed his paw on the spine of the elk…

June 23, 2017


The yellow-bellied-bully howled like a wolf beneath a full moon, before his fist shattered my nose.  I had grown but three inches in three years.  He had grown an entire foot in a single summer.  He leaned into the swing; his knuckles cast a…

June 22, 2017

Wounded Knee

Assimilate or exterminate These are the options. I adopt the white ways below a haze of self-doubt. My defiance, a reliance of rational self-preservation. The reservation I live on is not my home. I want to roam like brother buffalo on the plains of…

June 21, 2017
Jeanette Marie Cox

An Autobiography of Distress

He is critical, in a heavy, undergraduate way, experimenting with my truth. He reads to confirm what he thinks he knows. An apple polisher who wants to be published, he dissects my stories as if they are cats on his laboratory table. In one…

May 11, 2017
Grave niches in the Catacombs of Domitilla, Rome. This photograph was taken by Dnalor_01.

The Catacombs of Change

“We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, “Oh, nothing!” Pride helps; and pride is not a bad thing when it…

May 10, 2017