Quercus
“With words about savages, standing too long in the sun to know what’s good for them. My mother stands strong. I raise myself higher, in proud nickel likeness.”
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Poetry
Student 2020
Writing Contest Winners
Laying a Breathless Body to Rest
I See Better by Hounsoun Youn of the Institue of American Indian Arts
Homing In
Stolen Sisters by Diamond Williams of Haskell Indian Nations University
I fly, silver wings above clouds,
tracking yesterday through winds
tuned to stellar frequency—
Learning to Be Silent
Where I came from I don’t know. Sometimes I existed in the present, at other times I seemed untethered from my conscious mind. I recall a black kerosene stove sitting in a moat of light at the rear of the …