Autumn’s Reign

All I knew was that I lost one of my best friends. Then, I cried hard, like a dam bursting.

Strawberry Fields

Choking on ditch weed, riding the clutch, and cranking the Beatles, we were off with Geoff perched on top of his car roof.


Their eyes scanned me up and down, not even pausing in their conversation to each other as they did so.

Tobacco Seeds

My goal was to encourage as many Indigenous people as possible to grow their own tobacco.

Mother Corn’s Promise

This would be the end of my traditional way of life. I would no longer hear the whispered sounds of my language, the singing, the laughter of my people, the smell of burning cedar.

2018 Introduction by Kimberly Blaeser

Growing up on White Earth reservation, my brother, cousins, and I fed on stories. Mostly I mean that figuratively— with a wild hunger for stories, we chased them down and devoured them wherever we could. Around camp fires, in fish houses, over the kneading of bread dough we heard stories and a mixture of songs. Often the voices of aunties…

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…

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…

The Falling of Leaves

Even the most turbulent storms eventually come to an end. A band-aid made of rainbows will temporarily cover the blue sky’s wounded soul, until it has healed and a bright new day begins. Ramona sat upon the weathered bench positioned between the withering trees in the park near the school. The sun was shining down as she delicately pressed her…

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