So much is going on in the world around us today that it can be overwhelming. Devastating climate change, wars and rumors of wars, civil unrest, pandemic surge and resurgence, difference and indifference, poverty and corporate greed. It may be …
Celebrated Hunkpapa Lakota author and poet, Tiffany Midge, presents her top picks from the 2021 creative writing contest.
A Pulitzer Prize finalist, New York Times bestselling author, and tribal college graduate, Tommy Orange presents his top picks from the 2020 creative writing contest.
Writing truthfully is an act of bravery. It takes courage to put words into the world, knowing they will be judged and you along with them. The more truth there is to a story, the more powerful it is, and …
Growing up on White Earth reservation, my brother, cousins, and I fed on stories. Mostly I mean that figuratively— with a wild hunger for stories, we chased them down and devoured them wherever we could. Around camp fires, in fish …
“So while the Progressives allow the noble savage to be the guardian of the wilds and on occasion the conscience of ecological responsibility, the end result of their view for Indians is the same as its counterpart view of American …
Our Literary Homes: An Introduction to the 2016 Edition Illiruq, in the King Island dialect of Inupiaq, means “(s)he is building a house.” One makes poems through the construction of stanzas. Metaphorically and etymologically, poems, like houses, are made of …
A little over a decade ago I published “The Story of America: A Tribalography,” discussing how Native authors pull together all the elements of their tribe—meaning the people, the land, multiple characters, and all their manifestations and revelations—and connect these …
Yá’át’ééh. Shí éí bilagáanaa k’ehji Irvin Morris dashijiní. Tábaahíéí nishlí dóó Tótsohnii éí báshíshchíín. Tó’áhaníéí dashicheii dóó Kinyaa’áanii éí dashinálí. Nahashch’idí hoolyéédóóéííyisí naashá. K’ad éí T’iists’óóz hoolyédi Diné bee hódehgo bidziilgo óólt’a’ígii, Navajo Technical University hoolyéegii éí naashnish. Bilagáanaa bizaad éí bína’nishtin. …
Four years ago, I wrote the following lines memorializing one of my last times with my mother: “We were alone in the quiet house. Across the road, a cow bellowed and somewhere by the wash, Dogs were barking playfully. One …
