My tweets

• Wed, 15:48: Larry Ellison, my ancestral homeland is not your goddamn project car. http://t.co/rKwk472q3d
• Wed, 15:52: So fucking sick of rich white dudes and their fantastic fucking ideas for Pacific Island utopias. Throat full of native rage right now OMG.
• Wed, 16:49: RT @oha_hawaii: The ʻŌlelo of the Week is KŪLIA which means to strive. RT to perpetuate #OleloHawaii. E ola mau ka ʻōlelo Hawaiʻi! http://t…
• Wed, 18:19: RT @keopu: My (least) favorite DOI comments so far: "Hawaiian traditions are great tourist attractions but have NO place in self-governance…
• Wed, 22:19: RT @HokuleaWWV: #Hokulea Teaching the #keiki in #Samoa about Polynesian navigation. #WorldwideVoyage pho... http://t.co/5t7MzYzOyK http://t…
• Thu, 09:54: RT @MotherUnadorned: Love to you mama-->Five Years of Going On #stillbirth http://t.co/loQCl5fdgl via @runningnekkid

(Poem) My Heart Is Not A Bone

Here is a poem I wrote about a year ago, in a moment of rage upon reading some hurtful words used to "encourage" a friend to stop being so sad about her lost child. On Christopher Robin's fifth stillbirthday, I thought it would be fitting to share it here.

Every time I hear
another smug jackass
telling me, or
someone, or
no one in particular that

grief shouldn't last this long, man,
or

(head to the blog to read more)