• Not Perfect I don’t shower everyday. I’m not perfect. I sing off-key when I drive on the highway I’m not perfect, I have a dedicated partner but still get crushes everyday. But hey, I’m not perfect. There are a lot of things I can forgive and understand as human error, ...
  •   Harlan Chronicles   Intro to Story The Harlan Chronicles is a forthcoming novella series that follows the life of Harlan Drinkwater, set in a post-reservation dystopia, the first set of stories in the PRD Series. During a time when all books written are screened and digitized as federal property, ...
  • So Far Away Along the passages of the times come and gone, There are various thoughts that come on strong, Where I see you as being so far away, Images that may go astray, While I am here and you are there, I reach out with concerns and care, As ...
  • Circle the Powwow Drum The grass dancers circle the powwow drum The fancydancers circle the powwow drum The jingle dress dancers circle the powwow drum The traditional dancers circle the powwow drum The braves circle the powwow drum The veterans circle the powwow drum The chief circles the powwow drum ...
  • 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 ...
  • The Wasp and Spider People in Low Income Tribal Housing i. Circles of Mud, Dust, and Spit the wasps were making their home inside the crease in the siding of my apartment they wove and wove circles of mud and dust and spit their numbers increased to thirty or fourty ...
  • I received the letter below, with some of Doris Seale’s poems, from Judy Dow, and reprint that material here with her permission.  Judy also supplied the following biography of Doris, as well as the photographs --Cheryl Savageau, editor. ******** Doris Marion Seale was born in 1936 in Brattleboro, VT, and ...
  • Wen net ni'n Wen net ni'n wjit ki'l Ta'n sa'q weskowa'si tett Wen net ni'n wjit ki'l Ta'n tujiw maja'si't~p Wen net ni'n wjit ki'l Naqali't~p aq je me' eymap Wen net ki'l wjit ki'l Ta'n telimi't~p maja'si aq me' ni'n eymap nkamulamunk Wen net ni'n wjit ki'l.   My ...
  • Picture in Hand You never know when inspiration is going to sneak up and hit you. It could be a walk in the cold, while working or maybe even at a construction site. This is a collection of pictures I have taken when I felt inspired by the beauty of ...
  • Rhonda Besaw
    The Grave Robber or Brother Skunk Takes a Ride Somebody was robbing graves in Perkinsville. Not your typical storybook grave robber, oh no, this unholy cuss was digging up the flowers from the graves, one by one. This became quite a topic of conversation and consternation at the local men’s ...
  • 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 ...
  • The Pageant My earliest memories of the Pageant are of being embarrassed. The Pageant is an annual event my Tribe puts on for non-Tribal members where we dress up in traditional clothing and act out Wampanoag legends. As a kid it felt like a chore. I didn’t want to walk ...

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 ...