Drawing of an Indian

I made this feller up. I feel like I’ve seen him a million times growing up.


Sasakwa, Oklahoma/Happy Birthday Grandma Jessie

Happy Birthday today. in her honor I’m posting the Garrison Keillor lyrics/poem that she said reminded her of her home town Sasakwa, Oklahoma. She said “when I read that I could just bawl.”

One More Spring in Minnesota

One more spring in Minnesota
To come upon Lake Wobegon
Old town, I smell the coffee
If I could see you one more time

That long, long time is always on my mind
I’m just a stranger with memories of days of long ago
Could it have been forty years since then
What happened to us? I’d like to know.

That yard, that tree – you climbed it once with me
We talked of cities we’d live in someday
I left, old friend, and now I’m back again
Please say you missed me since I went away

One more time, this dance together
Just you and I, now don’t be shy
This time, I know I’ll hear the music
If you would hold me one more time

Post Office in Sasakwa where my Great Aunt worked.

Been trying to finish a script for two years now.

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Country Breakfast

Eggs with bacon and toast always reminds me of my Grandma. She was the best and it’s the little things like eggs that bring her rushing back to me. She’s been gone since November… you just try to forget that they’re gone. I went to her house yesterday and it was eerily unchanged. My Uncle has been staying out there and has kept everything in it’s place. The only thing missing is her.
“Like what if I told you tomorrow you’ll never see the ocean again?” Daniel Clowes, WILSON.

Another This Land video

I shot this video some months back. I don’t remember exact dates… though, I’m sure I could find it if I did some investigating. I was driving in downtown Tulsa one morning and saw Jimmy walking down the sidewalk. It was obvious he was living on the streets. I had been pretty fascinated with the homeless Indian population in Tulsa, there’s something so sad and beautiful about the whole thing.  I would find myself parked and watching them hang out. They hung out like “regular people”, or like my family would around the kitchen, drinking coffee. It seemed like they had a community… at the time I was feeling like I didn’t have that (community) in Tulsa, so I was going back home a lot to Holdenville. I was a little jealous of what they had. Then, I’d snap out of it and tell myself that they were living on the streets and my life was pretty damn comfortable in comparison. Like I always do I turned my fascination into wanting to make a video or something. Once I started working for This Land Press I kept my eye open for the opportunity to interview an Indian living on the streets.  So, this particular morning I saw Jimmy and pulled over to him and asked, “Hi, are you Indian?” To which he replied, “Yes sir, I’m full-blood Cherokee.”  He let me interview him.  in exchange I gave him a winter coat that I was given as a director at the Sundance Film Festival. Since this video came out we’ve been blown away with the outpouring of people that write in to say that they were touched by Jimmy’s story.  A man from Minnesota has even offered to start Jimmy a bank account and help him get on his feet.  That’s amazing.