Suge Acid Hawk
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Been writing since I was a child. I am a Snohomish/Skykomish native. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. I love doing anything creative and artistic. Tips are welcomed and encouraged ;). Support indigenous artists. ƛ̕ub ʔəsʔistəʔ
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The Sestina
Let’s talk about poetic forms. This is, after all, a writing site. And I did major in creative writing and have done absolutely nothing with my degree. I’d like to take the opportunity to introduce and inform people about one of my favorite types of poems: The Sestina.
By Suge Acid Hawk4 years ago in Poets
SHENANIGANS! Part 1
I’ve decided that once a week, I will take a bunch of random journal topics and just answer them here. I will call this weekly article SHENANIGANS! I will do thirteen questions total and it will be on a variety of topics. These will all be chosen at random. Some of the topics present here are sensitive issues so let that be a trigger warning. I’ll try to be delicate. Here we go!
By Suge Acid Hawk4 years ago in Humans
The pandemic ate me alive
Not all of us got out of the pandemic alive. I look in the mirror as I get ready for work and I’m careful not to make direct eye contact with the being looking back at me. I don’t want to see their eyes. I don’t want to see their pain, because it is my pain too. If I look in the mirror, I will have to admit that I lost; that we lost, and that perhaps, we are still losing.
By Suge Acid Hawk4 years ago in Journal
Constellations at the end of the world
“I dreamt of it again last night,” he said grumpily as he rolled out of bed. I stared at him, still trying to figure out how to come back to life after ten hours of sleep. It was the longest I’d slept in a while. I missed being able to be lazy in bed, watching movies while snoozing the day away. It’s amazing what I miss as I get older.
By Suge Acid Hawk4 years ago in Fiction
There used to be a jail there...
My grandmother said there was a jail there. On the beach. By the boarding school. On our reservation. My grandmother never talked about her past. I was shocked she’d uttered that much. I couldn’t say anything, for fear that she would stop talking. She didn’t say too much about the jail, just little bits and piece, but even as a child, I knew from my cultural teachings that when an elder was talking, you had to listen.
By Suge Acid Hawk5 years ago in Families
