Overcoming

Hello everyone, I am a young man who struggled and yet lived a good life in this world. I want to tell you my story of overcoming what I was born with. First, I want to tell you how it all began. I was born in the winter and yes, it was cold. When I came into this world there…

Sourtoe

I got the phone call I’d been dreading. The woman at the nursing home told me it was almost time, that my Auntie Edith was about to die. Of course, she didn’t say “die,” that word being too raw, too final. She told me Edith hadn’t been able to eat anything for days and had started holding her arm up…

To Erase a Whisper

you can still love someone when you’re drowning in salt water it’s the lilac in tides           the way she traces her fingers over your bare shoulders      it’s the velocity of color changing while you sink, first cumulus, then pretending to be the red cliffs past your house          or maybe it’s the contour of her posture before night’s sleep that keeps…

Debwewin (The Sound of the Heart)

The heartbeat is what gives us life. The heartbeat is what makes us stronger. The heartbeat means survival. The heartbeat means stability and togetherness. The heartbeat pushes the blood through the veins, giving life to the body where the spirit can breathe and grow. The heartbeat IS what gives us life . . . without it, we die. To Anishinaabe,…

My Grandfather

I read a book today, The title, “My Grandfather.” Aptly titled so, because the title was the author.   You see, books can go unnoticed Their covers worn and faded. But we know the stories are real Because the lines are on their faces. I found this book neglected, alone and in his room. You need not read this book,…

Forgive Me

Beth stood in the middle of the Mojave, her eyes cast up towards what she’d always considered an abysmal, black sky. But now in the silence of the desert, galaxies revealed themselves just beyond her icy touch. She didn’t dare blink for fear of missing a single second of a sky that seemed to beckon to her. Her body heaved,…

In Our Blood

The powwow grounds were bitter, only a handful of dancers and a couple drums brought in the Grand Entry remained. It was a shame to find that it wasn’t a celebration anymore, more like going through the motions of being an Indian. Although it was a powwow, the younger generations of on lookers were oblivious to what “used to be;”…

Of Missionaries and Indian Loggers

“You’re ugly.” A small girl, perhaps three years old, tells him as he walks past a rusty swing set. “Why?” he asks, genuinely curious. “Your skin is brown.” She responds. It’s true. Though his mom is light skinned, he could never be mistaken for anything other than Native on the basis of looks. His father’s brown skin out raced his…

Unsure

Feeling out of place around this so called right RIGHT What makes the darkness so right? RIGHT? Good hides in the dark waiting to show his light LIGHT Feeling right in place around this so called wrong WRONG What if the white light is so wrong? WRONG? Bad hides in the light waiting to do more wrong WRONG Good dies…

He Dances

His life was risked for mine; So for this, You & I, We, are indebted Never truly able to repay this type of note Because it is not a monetary issue Today his life was cut short And time was ticking faster The history of the earth in 24 hours My 15 minutes of existence was now his 15 seconds…

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