• To The Young Couple  In The Booth Across From Me   You looked into each other’s eyes while above you five televisions blared five different games and around you Friday Night Happy Hour cursed and howled and waitresses in short kilts and kneesocks danced past you blouses molded to their ...
  • Natalie Dana has written a children’s song which has been translated into Passamaquoddy.  We are happy to present both. Margaret Apt sings "Lintuwakon Aputamkon" here, and the CD is called "All My Children, Songs and Lullabies from Wabanaki Singers." This project was funded by Wabanaki Maine Families. The poem has changed ...
  • Alice Azure It was September of 2012 in Milwaukee. A group of us were packed into a van on our way back to our hotel from the opening ceremonies of Returning the Gift. Maurice Kenny was sitting right behind me in the van, driven by a young man intent on, ...
  • On Wampanoag Clothing in Native Fashion Now by Elizabeth James-Perry I would have to conclude, after this playful photograph was snapped at the November 2015 exhibit opening, that my brother and I are indeed, Re-visitors. My Aquinnah women’s outfit in Native Fashion Now, Peabody Essex Museum exemplifies the way trade ...
  • Jeff's Song He brought to us richness A certain opulence left in his wake This brown man From the eastern shores the people of the purple shell his Narragansett he gave permission for indulgence fine food, wine, art jazz the company of Lena Horne, Satchmo, Billie Holiday a time of ...
  • Crossroads When standing at a crossroads it's not the end it's the beginning of a continuation of four directions Be grateful you're at the center make your choice it's all good you won't step off into an abyss You will step into your place stepping into place the place you've ...
  • League -Falls Church, Virginia Friday! Finally five o’clock! I grab my coat, purse and duffel bag, quickly change from corporate to jeans, run down the stairs to my car and head west to Bowl America where friends, seated at tables along ten lanes reserved for our American Indian League, are ...
  • Writer’s Statement   Some quotes like some faces are seared into one’s consciousness. One such quote was from a graduate level faculty member who stated, “You can’t be a writer if you don’t read Ezra Pound.” Another faculty member stated, “Native writing isn’t writing and is not to be pursued.” 1. ...
  • Condolence* for Frank Speck, April 2014 “Here,” the Curator says, “identify these.” Throwing the wampum on the table as though it is an inanimate thing. The answer is close at hand but the words catch in my throat the lights dim other voices whisper. “These damn Indians can’t tell one ...
  • A Voice from Deer Island An interpretation of the actual sufferings and doings of a Christianized, Praying Town Indian from Massachusetts during the King Philip’s War of 1675/1676 Tis another bitterly frigid day, and many more are much sick, feeble and hath succumbed to an undignified passing. This icy wind ...
  • Weaver Weaver by weaver, Up and under each standard Up and under As my hand moves in rhythm A figure starts to emerge A figure of the ancestors Silently whispering Reminding us they are still here Through tradition Through language They are still here To the naked eye a basket ...
  • Lily Paul Her name is Aurora Little Bear. When she pushed herself out of her mother’s womb, old Lily Paul caught her. Lily’s strong brown hands were calloused from work, veins popping with excitement. She washed her and wrapped her in a flannel blanket while she sang Aurora her Indian ...

Issue no. 6

The Sixth Issue
  • Wendy Dyer

    A Mother's Wounds Content warning: gun violence "But soon my companions were lost to my sight beyond the mountain ridge in my rear, which still seemed ever retreating before me, and I climbed alone over huge rocks, loosely poised, a mile or more, still edging toward the clouds; for though ...