- Lily Paul Her name is Aurora Little Bear. When she pushed herself out of her mother’s womb, old Lily Paul caught her. Lily’s strong brown hands were calloused from work, veins popping with excitement. She washed her and wrapped her in a flannel blanket while she sang Aurora her Indian ...
- A Voice from Deer Island An interpretation of the actual sufferings and doings of a Christianized, Praying Town Indian from Massachusetts during the King Philip’s War of 1675/1676 Tis another bitterly frigid day, and many more are much sick, feeble and hath succumbed to an undignified passing. This icy wind ...
- My Uivak I am Inuk. My homeland is Nunatsiavut while my hometown is Amherst, Massachusetts. I have my husband and our daughter with super friends. Gobbling fish, creating art in various medium, and being near water are musts for this lil’ Inuk. I was removed against my wishes from my ...
- 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 ...
- 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 ...
- Wretched Tonight I’m wretched. I thought these meds were supposed to work, but I’ve been slipping into a depression, getting worse each day. I’m irritable and pessimistic during the day, but at night I’m really despairing. I keep thinking I might as well be dead. I’m not planning anything, but ...
- 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 ...
- 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, ...
- 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 ...
- Return to Dawnland I Am Passamaquoddy “Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come, along with patience and equanimity.” ~Carl Jung To say that my ...
- 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 ...
- POETRY skitkomiq kihci-kikuwosson wewehseyutomon ktahkomiq ma-te wen `topeltomuwon ktahkomiq psi-te keq nituwi nutomonon ktahkomihkuk micuwakon, `samaqan, ktahkomonsol… skitkomiq kihci-kikuwosson kilun yut skitkomiq kikon the earth is our great mother treat the earth as sacred nobody owns the earth everything I need, I get from the earth food, ...
Issue no. 6
The Sixth Issue
Wendy Newell 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 ...
