• Spring Thaw I arrive at mossy banks beside Birch sentries with battle torn limbs from winters fury We stand in silent honor of the river passing by grateful for the spring thaw on the Kennebec Highway of my ancestors liquid life carrying pieces of trees gliding in succession to places ...
  • Creation Songs (excerpt of Sacred Instructions, by Sherri Mitchell) Our individual stories begin with the story of our creation. My creation stories have come to me through the teachings of my tribe. My tribe is Penahwabskek, the Penobscot Nation, a small island nation that floats in the Penobscot River. We ...
  • 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, ...
  • 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 ...
  • REBEL DAWTA 2: The Kitchen Formica tables with stainless steel strips around their edges yellow tables, the color of freshly churned country butter glass topped butter dishes gold-rimmed sugar bowls plastic paper napkin and matching salt and pepper shakers marvelous shakers labeled P and S fat bellied enigmatic short white ...
  • Kuhtôqatun/Our Story: On Being a Native Writer Our story breathes within the rocks, trees and hills of New England. It is a living story, told in the colors of blood and sky, earth and sun. It runs through woodlands; swims through rivers, flies to the clouds, touches the boundless starry ...
  • Cecelia Estrada Vaughan
    Standing in a Wooded Area Iti waya chito fako Iti chito kanafa shila kchulakko Iti illi Large tree Leaning without limbs Large dry tree fallen turned up By the roots Dead ~iti kafi 2017 You Never Have to Ask I was six years old and my little brother three, when ...
  • Maurice Kenny was born in Watertown, New York on August 16, 1929 to parents of mixed ethnic heritage; his father, Anthony Andrew Kenny, was of both Mohawk and Irish ancestry, while his mother Doris Herrick Kenny, was both Seneca and English. He was raised in both Watertown and Bayonne, New ...
  • 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. ...
  • Cecelia Estrada Vaughan/iti kafi The Lady who lived next to the Railroad Tracks When ipok, granddaughter, and her parents left home to visit the Lady, Mama cuddled her little girl tight and kissed her four times. The little girl wore her Simplicity Pattern jumper dress made by her mother, laced ...
  • 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 ...
  • The Indigenous Coast to Coast Film Festival by Asata Radcliffe When is the last time you’ve seen a horror film starring Native American actors? Or a dystopian film set 71 years into the future filmed entirely on a reservation? How about a documentary that features Native Americans living in Los Angeles ...

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 ...