Marcie Rendon

Crickets, frogs

            Slow slow motion of brown, red bodies

Birds float, fabric on wall

            Brown, black braids move, pulse

dream dreams

            Ocean birds mating

Gentle washing tides

                        Sacred water erases footprints

Clean pure water

  Sand moved from     there      to      here

Tiny movement, heart beating


Thunder beings talk

Living in the realm of never

Land erupts with loving

            Breaking ice moves life


Darkness, light

Ice rages, wind expounds

All things change, live, die, live


There is silence inside of silence inside of silence

you carry me

call nothingness into somethingness





your heart

   creating you into existence


            I attended the September open rehearsal of Weave. It was an honor to attend and an act of trust on the part of the artists to open themselves to audience while in the process of creating, forming, shaping, becoming the piece, not yet ready for full production.

            Brown, red, black bodies moved with fluidity, filling the space reminiscent of the sand and liquid shifting in sandscape sculptures. There was music and the sound of feet on hardwood floor with a backdrop of visual images that filled the walls. Sitting in the studio I felt immersed in the production as the dimensionality of the whole enveloped all the senses.

            Rosy Simas understands water. She understands the human is water. That water is human. That understanding becomes movement in Weave.


Marcie Rendon

Marcie Rendon, citizen of the White Earth Nation. I should have got old sooner. 50over50 Award, 2018. Novel Murder on the Red River(Cinco Puntos Press) won the Pinckley Women Crime Writer’s Award 2018 and the Spur Finalist in the Western Writers of America 2018 contemporary novel category. Why’d I wait so long?

PHOTO CREDIT Matt Mead Photography