• 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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, ...
  • Pushing the Boundaries: An Interview with Two New England Native Artists Virginia McLaurin is a PhD student in the Anthropology Department at the University of Massachusetts Amherst, specializing in Native Studies and Film. Her Eastern Cherokee ancestry led to her academic focus on both dominant filmic and televisual representations of ...
  • 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 ...
  • Turquoise and Steel Here I am Using anxious hands to create fluorescent lines Like moths desperately searching for light, I hunt for words to illuminate this paper With the love story my Aunt and Uncle have been writing for sixty-four years. I give up. The words I need do not ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...

Issue no. 3

The Third Issue