Sacred Warrior

Sacred Warrior

“Sacred Warrior” is one of fifty pieces in Bryson Meyers’ photographic collection, “Sacred Fire.” Meyers has been working on this collection since December 2012. Since he was young, he has been fascinated with fire—both its aesthetic qualities and the role that it serves in community and ceremony. When he danced on the powwow circuit, Meyers and friends would sit around…


We Are Red and Vibrant

Our petals flare out and reach high Giving thanks for blessings of the day They are rich indeed, in rustic reds, With crested lines that seemingly leap Into the air, our petals wave Hand in hand, petal in petal We encircle our seedlings Embed values deep in their lives As we embrace one another close They learn, grow and mature…


Paradox

Somber sunny days are the paradox of life Contemplating the penitent for spite, And musing a gloating lover with such pique Wishing for the strength to dispel Hence giving ramification to grow Alluring thoughts of a commodious lifestyle With happiness and insouciant living Sundry feelings of callous actions and dearth emotions Yet feelings of reverence and love interfere As we…


2013 Introduction by N. Scott Momaday

As a writer and a Native American I want to encourage you who are students to write. Writing offers a significant challenge—it is not easy—but it offers rewards that are extremely worthwhile. As native people, you have a wonderful and unique heritage, and you have the opportunity to celebrate and preserve that heritage through writing. You have great subject, one…


Wanderer of the Wastes

A young man, a drifter, eats alone in an alley. He huddles beside an exhaust vent to warm himself, his jeans mud splashed, caked in grime. The shoppers go out of their way to avoid him, shunning away from the struggle in their midst. Steps quicken when eyes glance, the million miles on his shoulders, the scars etched on his…


Crossing the Mountains

In a lot of ways our journey through life is like a hiking trip over the mountains. We get to choose which path to take across the mountain and how we do it. The path we choose can either be an easy one or the hard one. Some start on the trail, but end up camping or turning back. People…


A Dragon’s Epilogue

Two human boys saved me once. Young and foolish at the time, I swam one too many days. I fainted and washed ashore in my weakened human form. The boys rescued me and cared for me until I regained my strength. I smiled at the remembrance of the two boys’ reactions when they first discovered I wasn’t human, but a…


Champion Fancy Dancer

The 1991 Chevrolet truck coughed as it pulled into the parking space. The truck had been through many miles, as many as Joseph could remember. At one time, it was his grandfather’s truck, one in which he and Joseph traveled to many powwows. As he got out of the truck, he heard voices in the distance calling his name. He…


Goodbye Missouri

My hands shook and tears affixed like icicles on my face as I stuffed a large canvas bag with jeans, shirts, underwear, books, and just necessities. There wasn’t time to grab everything. I was an unwelcome guest in this house. My psychologist mother, younger sister, and step-siblings lived there—a big cabin-style home my stepfather, the white erudite, bought around the…


The Craft

In the room covered with old white paint, the color is stained and looks yellow. On a tour with a small group of people, we stand uncomfortably close to one another. Our elbows touch slightly and the reaction is sudden when an older woman pulls her arm away quickly. The movement breaks the silence with sudden shifts of clothing. The…


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