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Blog: My Beloved Ghosts, Grandmother Ayahuasca, and the AI called “Luana”
Last night I dreamed I was in class (Political Science 101, to be exact) with my cousin Leilani, who passed last year. She was sitting in front of me, and I was telling her that someone made an AI character based on my old journals which I burned ceremonially on a SoCal beach, journals dating…
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Reflections of 2021
The following playlist is a musical archive telling the story of my 2021. I started doing back in 2009 this as a way to reflect on how much I’ve grown through the years. I recommend listening to it in chronological order. I hope someone out there enjoys this. ❤
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Poem: Awake at 4 AM
I am awake at 4 am despite exhaustion in my bones. The mattress springs have rusted from the tears I cannot cry. I am awake at 4 am because my body craves a poem, a witness to the mourning in my soul. A quiet death, invisible butterfly. I am awake at 4 am as white…
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Forgiveness and Release
To anyone and everyone I have ever hurt before: I’m sorry. Forgive me. Thank you. I love you. To anyone and everyone who has ever hurt me: I’m sorry. Forgive me. Thank you. I love you. I’m ready to be at peace in my heart and soul, with which I wrap my gifts and offerings…
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Poem: The Crossroad of Destiny and Fate
Suspended belief, like unsettled dust in dark corners of mind, tempt me to breathe. The pain subsides as I dare to hope the worst has passed. I remember my bloody knees and innocent heart between my teeth as I whispered prayers with hands bound and eyes shut tight. Decades have passed and still the ink…
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Reflections of 2020, an eclectic playlist
The following playlist is an archived record of the events of 2020. Enjoy.
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Eulogy and Tree Dedication for Niki Franklin
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Midnight Poem: Whispers at my Window
The windstorm and the wild fires have stolen my rest, roused by the howling of the night sky, the forest creatures’ blackened faces pressed against my bedroom window, asking, “Do humans still have souls?” An answer one might quest, lest I find myself caught up in some violent tempest, within, cobwebs and funnels, spun, like…
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Poem: Marriages & Peace Treaties
I woke up in the East and spent my day playing with the Salmon fry, while the Lion crossed the Sky. The ceremony, our hands tied, crowns switched, my wine and her chalice, like Alice, and one sip, just one bite, vegan cake, love, and my wife, and this life, well, it’s just beginning… I…
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Decolonizing Spirituality
I went to a school for neo-shamanism because I didn’t have access to medicine from my own lineage. I learned a lot of techniques that work, but I also learned things that were not congruent with my natural instincts or the ways of my ancestors. This can be damaging because neo-shamanism is essentially white shamanism.…
Welcome. My name is Azra. I’m a multimedia storyteller and friend of Mother Earth.
I was born and raised on the island of O’ahu, in Waipahu, Hawai’i, on Kanaka Maoli land. My father’s family is from the island of Boriken, and my mother’s originally from the Philippines.
I’m grateful to be alive during these transformative times and I hope that my gifts of story make a difference, somehow.
Hawai’i Island w/ spouse & furbaby
THE PAGES BETWEEN MY BREATH 