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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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Story: The Taino Rebellion, an Oral Tradition
Image Credit: Unknown: The drowning of conquistador Diego Salcedo sparked the uprising of 1511. The following is an oral retelling of the first contact with Christopher Columbus on the Caribbean island of Boriken, more commonly known as Puerto Rico, leading up to the Taino Rebellion of 1511, according to my great-grandmother, grandmother, and father. Click…
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Poem: Mi Abuelo Muerto
25 grams of melatonin, three nonfiction chapters, a bowl of chicken soup, and four hours of tossing. Not much has changed since the second grade… Too tired to sleep, I require a deep dive, bobbing for ghosts and ancestral hosts of these haunted homes… Past lives and nightmares, if I’d learned this, then why here,…
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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.…
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Layered Truth, Balancing Realities, and Healing the World
I’m in the middle of a profound paradigm shift. I feel like I’ve demolished the old concrete sidewalk and a new one is being laid down to dry. In the process, I find dissonance where there was once resonance, and resonance where there was dissonance. It’s about balancing dualistic realities. The Eagle’s eye is like…
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 