Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow Are All We Have Or Is It?
Chapter One Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I am guessing there is sound in space, and as humans, we can't hear it, in the same way, that Karma and other beliefs aren't the same for everyone, and not all believe this either!
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
My Other Name Was Jerry, When I Was 10 Years Old
In my culture, it is common to have another name. My Ojibwe name is an abbreviated version of Red-tailed fox running in the stars or Waagosh Bimibatood indishinakaz, (In Ojibwe — I am/my name is Running Fox) which I received before I was 10 years old.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Confessions
All I Ever Wanted To Know About Cancer But Was Afraid To Ask
A difficult question that I am still asking: Ten years ago, I got up the courage to ask my oncologist about the pain that wakes me up at night. I said that it feels like it is in my bones. He said, "What happens when you get up?" I told him it goes away so then he said, "Well, get up then!"
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Longevity
Have You Ever Written A Bio Poem For Someone
Bio Poem (A bio poem is used to reveal information to the reader about the poet) My abbreviated Ojibwe name is waagosh bimibatood indizhinikaz - my Ojibwe name long version is a red-tailed fox, running with the stars. The stars are all of you! My English name is Denise.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
Where Am I? Help Me!
Could it be the war is over? How did I get here without any memory of this? As I begin to look around, I see that I am wrapped in a sleeping bag. Wait it isn't a sleeping bag, it is a death wrap. Am I dead? I look around the cargo hold I appear to be in and see corpses. Is this my unit, my company?
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Who Is Taking The Train And To Where?
I woke up on the train. It reminded me of the trip we took to Auntie and Uncle's house when I was a young girl. For a minute I thought I was that child in 1964. I didn't remember how I got here or when I got here. When the conductor came by I had no ticket for him. Now what?
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
