FLYING FEATHER

MY SHORT STORY WILL BE NARRATED BY
THE GOD OF WAR. TELLING THE STORY
OF CROW FOOT. HERE IS A LITTLE ANALYSIS
OF FLYING FEATHER.

HE IS EVERY NATION'S GOD OF WAR. HE
HAS BEEN THRU IT. HE HAS SEEN IT ALL.
HE TAKES THE PERSONA OF EACH OF THE
gods HE DESTROYS. THEIR KNOWLEDGE,
THEIR HUMAN WARRIORS, THEIR
FOUNDATIONS ON EARTH AR NOW HIS.
HE IS HIM, BUT HE IS THEM ASWELL. HE
DOESN'T BECOME STRONGER, ONLY
SMARTER. INTUNE TO HIS ACTIONS AND
WHY HE MUST BE THE GOD OF WAR. NOT
FOR GREED, NOT FOR TRIUMPH IN THE
SKY, NOT FOR PERSONAL GAIN.

I LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERYDAY,
HE SAYS TO HIMSELF AFTER EVERY MURDER..
NO REMORSE FOR THEIR PITIFUL CRIES OF
PARDON. WHY NOT TAKE THE OTHER'S
LIVES, THEY SCREAM. AT THE END OF
THE gods HE FINALLY RETURNED AN
ANSWER. THERE ARE NO OTHERS, AFTER
YOU I AM THE LAST. I WILL WATCH OVER
AND HONE YOUR WARRIORS. INSTILL THE
LOVE OF BATTLE. THEY WILL LEARN TO FEED
FROM THE TEAT OF WAR.

CROW FOOT

LONG BLACK BRAIDED HAIR, DARK BROWN EYES, LIGHT

BROWN SKIN, SLIM EYEBROWS, AVERAGE EARS WITH FEW

ORNAMENTS, DELICATE ROUND FACE, A LARGE SCAR

ABOVE HIS LEFT BROW FROM A BATTLE LONG PAST, MINOR

SCRAPES, MINOR AGING, NO EMOTION. HE LONG AGO

ENDED THE STREAMING SPOUT FROM HIS MOUTH. VOWED

NEVER TO RELEASE IT UNTIL HE REGAINED HONOR.

BEING THE KING'S SON THEY NEVER THOUGHT HIM

IGNOBLE. UNTIL THE BATTLE THAT CHANGED THEIR

LIVES.............CROW FOOT IS BORN.

BROTHER TO NO ONE.

FATHER TO NO ONE.

THIS IS MY NATIVE. MY WARRIOR.

WHATS TO COME

OUR DAYS ARE GETTING SHORTER, WHILE THE NIGHT'S HOLD ON US INCREASES. MAKING IT COLDER OUTSIDE, FOR LONGER. CANT WE JUST SKIP WINTER? BUT THE PEOPLE LOVE WINTER IN MICHIGAN. DONT GET ME WRONG, WINTER BRINGS SOME SORT OF BEAUTY TO THE PLATTER OF MICHIGAN SEASONS THAT IS RARELY DUPLICSTED ELSEWHERE. SNOWFALL IS DECREASING, I THINK. COLD'S HARSH MAGNITUDE INCREASES ANNUALLY. THE WINDS INCREASE ASWELL. AND IT IS THE WIND THAT I DO NOT FAVOR. FOR WIND'S CHILL HAS AN ALL ACCESS PASS TO JUST ABOUT ANY PLACE, ON EARTH AND IN SPACE. THERE IS NO HIDING. ONE CAN TRY TO SHIELD FROM IT, WHICH WORKS TO A DEGREE. NOT IN OUR FAVOR, I'M AFRAID. AS FOR THE SNOW, IT COMES IT GOES IT MELTS AND REAPPEARS. MOST DAYS IT IS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES. AS FOR THE OTHERS IT IS A SORRY SIGHT FOR THE EYES. THE THOUGHT OF HUNDREDS OF DRIVERS MAKING IRRATIONAL CHOICES BEHIND THE WHEEL GETS TO ME. THAT IS WHY FOR NOW, I WILL RIDE MY BICYCLE. UNTIL THE SNOW FALL, I WONT SEE THE REAGE. THE SNOW BLANKETS THE ICE CRYSTLS, FEEDS THEIR GROWTH. SPIKES IN TEMERATURE, WHILE NICE, ONLY LATER HELP ICE.

i WROTE THIS AT DISCUSSIONS THIS MORNING WAITING FOR THE BUS.

REPTILIOUS

I AM NOT SURE WHEN, BUT I WILL HAVE TURTLE SIMILAR TO THIS AS A PET. I'VE GOT ALOT OF SHIT TO BUY FOR THE NEXT FEW MONTHS. NEXT YEAR MAYBE AROUND MY BIRTHDAY. HE IS A MISSISSIPPI MAP GUY. IT WOULD BE SO DOPE.

GONNA PLAY SOME RISK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WHILE, SHOULD PROVE TO BE FUN. AS ALWAYS.

HAND CRAFTED SORT OF

SO I MADE THESE. I PICKED UP THIS MOCCASIN MAKING KIT FROM MICHAELS AND THEY ARE DOPE. BUT, CRAFTING THESE HAS MADE ME WANT TO WRITE A SHORT STORY ABOUT A WARRIOR IN A TRIBE OF WOMEN. NARRATED BY THE GOD OF WAR OR A GOD OF WAR. THERE WONT BE ANY DIALOGUE JUST IMAGES AND THOUGHTS OF THE GOD. I JUST GOT DONE WATCHING APACALYPTO AS WELL, SO THIS MAY BE INFLUENCING ME. BUT I'M GONNA GO FOR IT. SHOOT ME SOME IDEAS.

IM JUST GONNA LAY HERE

I DEFINITELY HAVE TO WAKE UP AT 5:45
AM TO CATCH THE 6:20 BUS INTO G-RAP.
THIS 7:45 CLASS MAKES THE DAYS LONGER
AND PRETTY HIDEOUS AROUND MY TIME
OF WAKING. I'VE SAVED LIKE $200 ON
GAS BY NOT DRIVING DOWNTOWN. ON
THIS PARTICULAR MORNING I DECIDED
TO TRY AND LAY IN BED AND NOT FALL
ASLEEP. SURE ENOUGH 30 MINUTES
LATER I'VE SCARED MYSELF AWAKE AND
TRY TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO. SO I
SET MY ALARM FOR 6:55 AND SKIP THE
BUS FOR THE DAY. OH THE CONVENIENCE
OF A CAR.

I'LL SAVE THE POETICS FOR LATER. MAINLY
BECAUSE IT IS ON 8:46 RIGHT NOW. THERE'S
STILL A WHOLE DAY LEFT.

The low down

HERE IT IS AND HERE IT WILL LIE.
ALL CAPS...YEA, ITS HOW I WRITE.
I'M NOT YELLING, I JUST PREFER
THE CRISP LOOK. BUT THAT IS
BESIDE THE POINT.

ONTHETIPOFTHEBALLPOINT. I'LL
BE POSTING AN ALMOST WRITING
JOURNAL. I LIKE TO WRITE AND
MANIPULATE WORDS, SO THAT'S
WHAT YOU'LL SEE HERE. A FORTUNE
COOKIE ONCE TOLD ME, "YOU ARE
A LOVER OF WORDS AND WILL
SOME DAY WRITE A BOOK." I
SOMEHOW BELIEVE THIS. THERE
NEVER COME A TIME WHEN I'M
NOT THINKING OF SOME
FABULOUS PHRASE, OR SOME
QUARKY QUOTE, BURLY BURGER.

TOSS ME FEEDBACK AND CRITIQUES
WHEN DRAFTED PIECES ARE POSTED.
YOU GIVE IT AND I'LL TAKE IT. IT'LL
ONLY MAKE ME BETTER.