Rez Dogs
making our rounds day by day chasing cars, getting chased pain, BB guns, and kicks scratching fleas and biting flies go on home! they say when we try to eat but where is home when we are cold and hungry …
making our rounds day by day chasing cars, getting chased pain, BB guns, and kicks scratching fleas and biting flies go on home! they say when we try to eat but where is home when we are cold and hungry …
To Matthew Do you remember Waking early Saturdays The Bugs Bunny Show How the coyote would always fail us Oh! Those were the days Watching Bandstand And how our sisters would dance But where did it go Those early years, …
When the bottle is a bible And the hard wood floor is home. Uncle Tupelo Old man desperately clutching Bible in hand, a life raft, driftwood Preacher of the Old School Of fire and brimstone. Of these images he can …
Grandmother had a bowl wooden On the edge graphic geometry Shapes to define perfect symmetry Man, Woman, Bison fiercely dance The game continues Bones and Wood bounce and tumble The bet is made The outcome uncertain unspoken Fortunes gained Fortunes …
My eyes are like black coal My feet are like steel traps. With the cunning of my wings I swoop upon my prey. Kevin Baker is a Mandan/Hidatsa who attends Fort Berthold Community College in New Town, North Dakota. He …
At the dusty flea market I finger silver baubles strung on silk cords. The twinkling glare of glassy blue beads reminds me of your eyes. I look around, expecting to find you beside me. Instead a gritty dust devil kicks …
Who am I? Am I the person of my past Am I the person who is lost Who am I? I hear tales of my ancestors I feel my chest fill with pride Knowing where I am from But . …
Can you see cloud cover pearly and gritty as more than a shadow, moonlight’s cold, unlit pity? Push forward some silver. Take pleasure in calm. Moonlight holds no menace in first light of dawn. Shake from your jacket moon’s blue-black …
The wild horse travels across the wild lands seeking others for their safety, knowing dangers are everywhere. You run wild, just like your spirit, never knowing what tame feels like- but that is the goal for a few. You’ve felt …
Young ones, hold tight Do not leave so soon Death comes too early In the light of the moon Inside your own pain Lost is your will Lonely and hidden A wounded child lies still. Weeping and desolate A victim …