UPDATE:

my poetry has always been confessional. i write the things i endured and still endure, and most would say it's rather dark and depressing, but that life sometimes. although i had a rough life, and am still an artist in the bowels of poverty i can't complain. i used to hate living on the reservation. but moving from pine ridge to rosebud, sd isn't all that bad because i've lived in three different states in three years and hell is what you make of it. i stopped a lot of negative things since 2003. i've grown to be more positive in life, and in my dealing with three relatives death, has helped me cope with life better--as weird as that sounds. you can only cry for so long, before you run out of tears. it is not so bad being on the reservation, but i tell you it is a hell of a lot better being away from pine ridge. there's so much drinking and fighitng and rumors of destruction you have to deal with. plus you deal with ignorance everywhere, but these places have helped me deal with the things i must kill. the demons of my past--that i am trying to put to rest. i have finished my final manuscript in poetry, as a way to put an end to some of it. and i tell you it's like throwing a heavy weight off of your shoulders. i am still going to school. i am almost done. one more year at least. one thing's for certain though, i must return to usd in vermillion to graduate, plus i owe them money and they won't release my transcripts. *bleh!* anyway this is an update on my life of writing poetry and stories. more to come again soon. ttfn.