Dodgeball

By Clinton Desiderio of Navajo Technical University

S A C R E D

By Marcus Redwing of Nebraska Indian Community College

Graduation

Land of Enchantment Rural Route 53 – Westbound 55 mph Isolated with pot holes A jack rabbit scurries across Ditat Dues – God Enriches Stateline – Westbound – I-40 75 mph Fast pace Small. Big. Large. Semis Travel Stops to the Left Southbound Border Patrol Deterring. Detecting. Apprehending Enforcement. Protection Port of Entry Early Morning Dawn – Field Workers Eureka!…

Floyd’s Thankful Tree

Beeeeeeeeeep! “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” I was awake, but between the tears clouding my vision and the sorrow drenching my heart, I didn’t notice I’d drifted into the next lane. It was one day until my son’s birthday and one week before school—not a great time to move, but I had no choice. I never fathomed it would come…

All Alone

Got so much pain more than I can contain Put that little bloodsucker back on my vein Yeah I’m supposed to be happy of course But I’m hyperventilating put me to bed by force. Hate waking up, I’ll sleep thru day Drown me and leave me by the bay Let my body appear by the shore. How much more loneliness…

The Duality of Gender and Sexuality

What is gender to you? What is sexuality, in your mind? I believe I have a very miniscule right to have an opinion on this very interesting and highly debated topic because first of all, I do not identify as LGBTQ, but I have nothing but love and support for everyone. Though, while growing up, I did things no one…

Doing Time

There are liquid nooses that drip from the roof tops in White Clay. Entwined are the bodies of many Lakota men and women who purchased an addiction by paying with their lives. She is held without bond within the four bars of White Clay, Nebraska. A state run incorrectional institution built upon addiction and paid for by the people who…

Shímásáni Clara

Pumpkin Hill

My heart lives in Montana. When I close my eyes, I find myself sitting on the concrete underneath Mikushi’s clothesline. I played on it every day, hanging upside down staring at the sky. Even now, I can close my eyes and it’s a summer day; I hear the whippoorwill singing its beautiful song, a song that I will always associate…

A Long Way from Home

Picture it. The judge telling you that you are to move to another state 1,000 miles away: away from everything and everyone you had known your entire life. My baby sister was almost one, but she would be in good hands with my grandfather. My mother was gone on another of her drug binges, and she signed custody over before…

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