• Timothy Littlehawk Blanchette
    The 6th Sense I see her On posters and on the TV screen I see her Outline piercing through beams of light That pour Through the old, long-pained windows Inside The Osbourne Correctional Facility I hear your Lyrics Whisper Inside my head and on the wind I hear you Singing ...
  • Derek C. Maus "Mastery" If ever word there was that needed rescue From overfoul connotation, it might well be this: Master. From Tom Waits’s Renfield shouting it slavishly – “May-aaaaaasss-tuh!” – at Gary Oldman’s draconic Dracula, To Simon Legree’s “bad cop” juxtaposed against Augustine St. Clare’s ostensibly “good cop” It’s ...
  •   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, ...
  • All the Way to the Bone I wish, I pray, I prayed, I thought, I even sing, for all good things to come your way, I told myself all those who hurt you, harm you, humilitate you, will answer, everybody thinks that way when it is a loved one, but ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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. ...
  • 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 ...
  • Dance, Pray, Heal: Strong Medicine Content warning: alcoholism, self harm Last fall, I let my guard down in the place where spirits get eaten. I found myself alone in my empty two-bedroom apartment on the reservation, sending up smoke to Creator. It was a time of reckoning. “Please give me strength and vision ...
  • Carol Dana
    Coats 1. It was fall and he was gone again. Oh, he’ll probably come back drunk, she thought to herself. And he thinks I drink way too much, hunh! She smoothed back her hair and looked in the mirror. That deep longing of loneliness was tugging at her again. The ...
  • Don't Look Back She was in a home for those who wait, where they sit and fondle favored toys from the bins of memory, picking through the litter of their lives and muttering bits of dialogue from happier times. They seem to understand each other’s lives, and bond, while preserving ...
  • 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, ...
  • 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 ...

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 ...