Old Dogs of Taos
“Old dogs of Taos, dream off wounds – together they sleep in shade under clouds, dozing off sunshine in the long shadow of the old earth house.”
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Gimaamaaminaan Aki (Mother Earth)
“In the beginning, she gifted us life-giving waters. Swelling from underneath, she gave birth to the water panthers and horned serpents.”
Tasty Cake
“Gram made a humongous cake which laid out in a thousand rains. Thick ribbons of water, icing flowing down ruinous fringes of receding prairie.”
Forgotten Gender
Self Reflection by Casandra Artichoker of Sinte Gleska University
Gender comes and goes in different forms. Don’t feel lost or bad because this is what you are. To the ones that tried to force us out or forget us; you thought wrong. We are here to stay, together we …
Not Your TV Indian
Cansasa Wakan, Keep Tobacco Sacred by Marissa Irizarry of the Institute of American Indian Arts
Why are we the only ones who have to prove we exist? So many of us equate our Indianness with our blood quantum Our self-worth hanging on the edge of that number Like show horses or breeding dogs An imaginary …
Computer Struggles
Introduction to Scribblism by Mars Sandoval of Salish Kootenai College
Error 404 Page is not available Checking connection Shut down computer Computer software update Program is working Memory space low Searching for a new hard drive Price is expensive Simple crash ruins Calling tech support for help Looking to upgrade …
Stuck
Welcome to the Void by Tyrone Bass of Little Priest Tribal College
Stuck, in the middle of two generations. One battled to save us. The other turning the corner of Democracy and Independence. Recovering from betrayal and demanding progress, We live more fortunate than before. Unappreciative of our prolific life, nonchalantly disregarding …
Skin
Madness of the Mind by Wade Shannah of Navajo Technical University
If my cuts could spell. I’d have more letters than the alphabet. And more words than any dictionary could hold. If my head wasn’t constantly jumbling words and slurring phases, maybe I could focus. Focus on the other me sitting …
a place of dust and moon shadows lived between us
Last Dance by Jacob McArthur of White Earth Tribal and Community College
your headbutt “um” eclipsed the place where i thought to stand and dumped chilled bone-sand over my words, grains ticking into my eyeballs a glass reflecting only you as your shadow hallow graced my face even as i suffered the …
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Laying a Breathless Body to Rest
I See Better by Hounsoun Youn of the Institue of American Indian Arts