Solo
Solo by Ruby Hansen Murray of the Institute of American Indian Arts
Art/Photography
Student 2016
Family Lessons
Traditional Since When by LeRoy Grafe of the Institute of American Indian Arts
When I saw the Hails’ wagon moving up the drive, Meena’s head beside the old woman in a gray shawl, I ran toward the director’s house. My Osage sister waved and dropped to the ground, her green dress straining across …
Sister’s Giveaway
Star Infancy 3C219 by Gregory M. Analla of the Institute of American Indian Arts
You could have worn the black stripe Pendleton yourself if you’d come down to Oklahoma to get named in the Quaker church in Hominy. All of us cousins on trust land with our Morrell relatives near Pettit Street named …
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 …
They don’t know where they will go when they die. Ho’-wa ge a-the ta i te ts’a-bi-don i-ba-hon a-zhi a-ba o.
The day the death boats came, Meena helped me serve the noon meal. She was the only other Osage at Edwards, and she’d been there for a week. When the steam whistle sounded, we went up the slope behind the …