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…

A Dinner Party for the Stars

There is sorrow to be had for the sun and the moon As they work all day and all night to make possible the two Lonely in their treks across the sky, they yearn for each other Fading, setting, starving for one another Their faces shining a bright façade Covering a longing only shared by god Each set and each…

This Faint Breath

Darkness entrapment surrounding with noises constantly unaware movements, At first sight I gasp for the one thing I find divine, Learning each day how to comprehend the present struggle Spending every waking minute to be an influence, Sleepless nights end upon the great fright of authenticity, To feel, to understand, to believe, this is life, The deafening silence the warm…

Relocation

I came without hope in December rain Half-eaten by the circle of vultures Whose promises I refused to slurp A cast away crash landed Mid metamorphosis I merge With the city, the sky, puddle pocked streets A winter sludge creeping through A maze of signals and lights Truant face behind a streak of chrome Fading vertigo of the speedway whirl…

X

— simply the sound that begins like; lacking x-istence, complex opaque liquids, next to godliness, x-traordinary, x-communcation, xoneration of affection, crucifixion, grinding axes, constricting lariats of x-convicts, hacking to pieces, x-humation of remains, x-cavation of artifacts, life-like taxidermies, still-born after contractions, stainless steel sinks, exquisite stink of imperfect blackness, 149x-ecution, Andrew Jackson’s x-odus, Lincoln’s 38 Dakota necks (+2), Diné code…

TCJ and AIHEC Student Congress Poetry Slam