• When the Smoke Fills My Eyes I could feel that there was something different about today when I woke up this morning. First of all, my eyes were stinging. The smoke from the morning cook fires was hanging low in the morning air. Every morning mom would start the cooking ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • Oystering When I was a little kid, my father would be away for long stretches of time. First he was with Merritt, Chapman and Scott, a large maritime company that did salvage work, piloting and also did a lot of the dredging of navigable estuaries and rivers along the east ...
  • 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 ...
  • Machias Bay Petroglyphs I wonder . . . I wonder Will things ever change? As time slowly rips away I wonder . . .I wonder As the water tears away chunks of stone slowly changing. . .rapidly changing I wonder . . .I wonder As I look upon this stone ...
  • Mi’kmaq Creation Story for Faith Liljegren upon her Confirmation Of course you are familiar with the Genesis creation stories, and know others exist in different cultures around our world. We Mi’kmaq have our version, too—deep and involved. It goes something like this: All life seen and unseen comes from me, ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • THE MAN WHO WEEPS Long, long ago, when the world was still new, there was a family of people who called themselves “The Hammonassetts.” In their language this meant “The People.” They lived on the shores of a river, which later came to be named for them. One of the ...
  • 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, ...

Issue no. 3

The Third Issue