When I was a kid, I thought that losing your toes was a natural part of aging, like losing baby teeth. Every summer I stayed with my Grandmother Mary in Oklahoma, I would see her missing toes, healed, smooth, and …
In the earliest of times when the lands stayed shaded in the black of night, there lived a rare species of bird with feathers the color of the brightest fires. This was a bird with many wonderous qualities, some of …
I am going to tell you a story, a story told to me by my grandfather. I am Dineh, the people of the Southwestern United States. I was told about the animals and their roles or how they became the …
Often, I will look at a pen and wonder what is its personality. Every pen has a unique feel, an aura, and personality. When ink meets paper there is a specific interaction depending on what type of pen is in …
I had a baby during a worldwide pandemic. My son’s cultural exposure evaporates with every passing month of life. Ceremonies Tewa babies undergo have been halted, like pausing a moon mid-phase. My son shines like a crescent in the sky, …
Home could be found effortlessly as if my mother pointed a beacon towards the sky to guide us. our summer escapes came in the form of canyon exploration and creek swimming. Possible dangers came from the occasional stranger, a snake …
no matter how fast you go… poetry becomes the long desolate highway that has no end in sight no matter how comfy you are… poetry becomes the uncomfortable feeling in your chair no matter how long you snooze… poetry becomes …
Tie a piece of yarn around the top to hold together such sacred trinity. fingers lovingly embrace each strand, weave them meticulously together, dark and light shades of green shimmering in the sunlight surrender softly to the next which is …
In her delicate and aged hands, thin strips of three-leaf sumac are carefully laced and woven. Kóodęę’ hózhǫ́dóo Shitsijí’ hózhǫ́dóo Shikédęę’ hózhǫ́dóo Shikáagí, shiyaagí hozhǫ́dóo T’áá ałtso shinaagóó hózhó dóo’ In beauty I walk With beauty before me …
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