My First Bowling Plaque

The sunlight blazed brightly through the thin, white curtains of the motel room, piercing the darkness. Drowsy from the night before, the anticipation of the day’s upcoming events consumed my thoughts. I glanced over to the table by the window to see Rainie sitting there looking out into the cool Montana morning, sipping on a cup of coffee. The dust…

Learning to Be Silent

Where I came from I don’t know. Sometimes I existed in the present, at other times I seemed untethered from my conscious mind. I recall a black kerosene stove sitting in a moat of light at the rear of the one room where our family of five lived. The two older children helped with chores. Because I was the youngest…

2016 Introduction by Joan Naviyuk Kane

Our Literary Homes: An Introduction to the 2016 Edition Illiruq, in the King Island dialect of Inupiaq, means “(s)he is building a house.” One makes poems through the construction of stanzas. Metaphorically and etymologically, poems, like houses, are made of little rooms, places for dwelling. Aside from the formulaic ways in which one self-consciously tries to come at introductions like…

Wolf Point Roads

When driving on the roads in your own city or town, how do they feel? Do they feel pleasant to drive on? If your answer is “no” then join the club because we’ve got jackets. The roads in Wolf Point, Montana, are awful.

Impacts of High School Dropouts

The graduation rate at Wolf Point High School has improved over the past decade. Students drop out for a different reasons so it takes a variety of interventions to support them.

Hydraulic Fracking: Take It or Leave It

Would you rather have a shortage of natural gas or a shortage of water? Who can live without water? Can you live without natural gas? We know we need natural gas, but oil fracking damages water sources and contaminates drinking water and air. According to the American Oil and Gas Historical Society, hydraulic fracking was first used in the United…

Comfort?

You rise in false triumph to face the unfamiliar church full of people—clusters of Bristol Bay and Tundra families—gathering with a smattering of bible-carrying city congregants who bend toward the shadows of your church on an early Friday afternoon. The folks welcoming me warmly had come in from the sunshine to pay respects to our ilung who hadn’t heeded repeated…

Going AWOL

It is a hot and sunny summer in Farmington, NM. The day is nice enough for a bike ride along the Berg Park Animas River trail. Too bad today is not the day to partake in these outdoor opportunities. Especially when my work schedule demands eight hours straight of doing the same thing every day. The Red Apple Transit has…

On The Trail to the Swamp

She is alone. Alone, with cats and dogs and fish. The morning is dark. She flicks on a kitchen light switch. She descends to the basement TV room to feed the flitting neon swimmers. She sees that she forgot, the previous night, to turn off the tank light. Her hand taps two shakes of flaked fish food into the lit…

David and Sunockv

In the late afternoon of a windless yesterday, bees swarmed the Purple Robe Locust tree outside my apartment window. The breeze brought them back today and they swarmed the trees in the grove outside my apartment fence. Chile, the Blue Bull, barked. Annie, the Blue Police Dog, whined. Big Boy, the Chow Pit, howled. The bees ignored us and continued…