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This #WomenHistoryMonth, we’re honoring 6 women artists who break barriers and make waves. Get to know Sharaya Souza, Sofía Córdova, aku_matu❄️, Paola de la Calle, Courtney Desiree Morris, and @ATF_tweet.

her guesthouse is her power move only mentioned when others who are not invited to stay hear the invitation. for you, but not for you. sifting worth of people

anmly.org/ap36/allison-a… above, my poem for ANMLY. there is also an audio link to hear my voice, reading the work.

I am an artist-in-residence. A momentary island, to catch-up. breathing holes, modern ones and the most ultimate distraction presented itself. morning-zones. I

For our March #MacDowellDowntown, performance artist Allison Akootchook Warden/aku_matu❄️ presents her work capturing the Indigenous practice of transformation. This Friday, March 1, at 7:30PM at the MonadnockCenter in Peterborough, NH! macdowell.org/events/2024-ma…

I am thinking about AI, bias, agency, sovereignty and more. It is amazing that my brain can wrap itself around all of the information, soaking it up as a sponge. I am understanding the field more and more and am feeling a deployment bubbling.

A video of me reading one of my poems, "we acknowledge ourselves". youtube.com/watch?v=MrTR1X…

I went to Vancouver and rode a small ferry on the water, back and forth, back and forth, I rocked. They closed and followed me up the ramp to lock the gate behind me. As I felt the bumps of the water, I quietly sang a song. At home, I live far away from the ocean movements.

my spirit cannot fit into this space my eyes need time to recover from what I've seen here I attempt to get in and get out yet the colors are so bright and the flashing moving people who are so intense reminds me of soaking my body into the tundra where no signal reaches

. Facebook I need your help. Yet reaching out to you feels like hypothermia encompassing my hands. you have betrayed my trust, Facebook. I gave you brilliant content, I made you look good. yet, I changed my phone number, twice and now cannot escape your grasp. Facebook

waves of the mind subsiding towards stillness eddys within, rushed with light a cleansing dance these are the days that were prophesied our Elders remembered for us a baton passed stillness breaks the noise patterns bellybutton memories baby motion dances even you dream

how do we know what is real when everything starts to slip? you sound like my Auntie but I don't know why she would travel to Dubai and need bingo money I ask her to finish an old family story and the voice really wants to hear the ending but doesn't know it an almost heist

I did go to #Japan . Osaka, Okinawa, Otaru and briefly in a far suburb of Tokyo. I miss the quiet respect, carved out moving quickly together. like a glacier the trip still moves me an imprint the sound of memory foam bouncing back up new songs sung before my neuron

singing new cells new pathways in my brain old connections short out like sparklers that go dark in your empty hands I have birthed rivers through song expanding neurons from dreamtime stretches morning dews my entire body reverberates a fresh baby tone

can we remember before we had all these portals? when digging steps into the side of a mini-hill was the agenda for the week when the way to choose the next story was walking quietly down rows upon rows of books, that would end up flat on our sleeping, dreaming faces? the