Finite Sunshine for a Forgetful Mind

Every morning started out the same in the Lumbee’s home. The familiar sound of bacon sizzling on the stove as the comforting aroma of freshly brewed hazelnut coffee lingered throughout the house. Mrs. L, always ahead of the early bird, would be finishing off breakfast by the time Mr. L and their daughter Katie arrived in the kitchen. “Good morning…

Forgotten Gender

Gender comes and goes in different forms. Don’t feel lost or bad because this is what you are. To the ones that tried to force us out or forget us; you thought wrong. We are here to stay, together we are one. We will fight for what’s right because we’re not the forgotten gender. But the one to be forever…

Not Your TV Indian

Why are we the only ones who have to prove we exist? So many of us equate our Indianness with our blood quantum Our self-worth hanging on the edge of that number Like show horses or breeding dogs An imaginary percentage stamped on us by BIA agents Prove it on paper, they said And yet, my carrying a card Still…

Computer Struggles

Error 404 Page is not available Checking connection Shut down computer Computer software update Program is working Memory space low Searching for a new hard drive Price is expensive Simple crash ruins Calling tech support for help Looking to upgrade Ryan D. Nez is a student at Navajo Technical University.

Stuck

Stuck, in the middle of two generations. One battled to save us. The other turning the corner of Democracy and Independence. Recovering from betrayal and demanding progress, We live more fortunate than before. Unappreciative of our prolific life, nonchalantly disregarding our future. Creating a destiny Without commitment or concern. The freedom we received through countless moments of strife thoughtlessly disregarded….

You, Wynter Adalyne Lulamae Shepherd

You were the biggest surprise. You survived a full term plus two weeks without me knowing. I found out about You on Your birthday, February 7, 2017. I was scared and confused and not sure what to do. But when I met You at 8:13 p.m., You were 8 pounds and 6 ounces, 21 ½ inches long; I was sure…

Open Field Playground

Thirty-six years ago, one of the challenges I had to overcome was moving from Farmington, New Mexico, to a remote area called Whitehorse Lake community. At first, it was hard to adapt with no electricity or running water. I grew up with oil lamps and Coleman lanterns for lighting. While growing up in Whitehorse Lake, I herded sheep for my…

The Cleaning Bot

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* The earth-shattering noise of Thomas’ alarm clock beeped, loud enough for the entire house to hear. Thomas tiredly rolled over and hit the snooze for the third time that morning. Five more minutes and I’ll get up, he thought to himself as he slowly dozed back off into his dreams. “Thomas! Get your butt up now or…

Hunter: Amira

Amira awoke with a start. Smoke was billowing out of her shattered bedroom window. She scrambled out of her straw bed and made her way to the broken window frame. The sight before her was enough to make an adult cry. Her town was ablaze and the people in the street screamed as if invisible forces were upon them. Her…

Put a Feather On it

By LeRoy Grafe of the Institute of American Indian Arts

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