A Prayer for Piestewa

We fought for our land We fought for our survival   Today they told us that We, were the warriors modern day heroes armed with education every group of people need some education in order to succeed, but one thing they forgot to mention was that some would still pick up a gun in the name of freedom. This poem…

Somewhere in the Fog

I was lost and trying to get home There was a heavy cool thickness clouding visibility Silhouettes walked out of the dark greyness into the light that surrounded my every step and move People, and faces peering out through the windblown thickness of the fog Each looking at me as if I knew what to do Their faces pleading, “take…

Journey to the Canyon Floor

Deep down into the canyon where the spires live, breathing in the dust of histories, our feet move slowly through the long trail, blistered and tender they move on. Passing foot and handholds along the rock edge, we run our fingers along their crests, absorbing the ancient oils of our ancestors as we make our decent. Reddened walls interrupted only…

Texier’s Travels

The Parisian spends an afternoon in a magnolia grove glowing with ivory blooms. His hunting shirt is purple, embroidered with orange flowers and the morning star. He wants an Osage girl for a few piasters, a buffalo hunt, an Indian’s skull. In lemon-scented shade, he dreams the New World, a rattler at his feet. Ruby Hansen Murray (“They don’t know…

Primitive Childhood

Sit and listen, young one to All your relatives, For they come from all walks and directions. My Brothers and sisters They tell me we are all connected, ONE. When I run with the wind, I can feel Deep within bones long buried, I have Lived among my siblings, In all their organic forms Taking flight in an endless sky…

Apex Predator

          Collestipher D. Chattois Diné and Mescalero Apache from the Ramah Navajo Indian Reservation.  He attended the Art Institute of San Francisco and is currently enrolled in the BFA program at the Institute of American Indian Arts.  Collestipher is a two-time recipient of the Truman Capote Scholarship.  

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…

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,…

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…