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Cassandra Dana
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 ... -
Larry Spotted Crow Mann
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 ... -
Katie Puzycki
Sequence of Life I held on to your soul While you sold Your last celestial breath To the skies and all her stars. We sat before the rolling seas Filled ... -
Natalie Dana
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 ... -
Amanda Russell
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 ... -
Faith Damon Davison
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 ... -
Sandra Abena Songbird
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 ... -
John Dennis
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 ... -
Russell Bassett
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 ... -
Bruce J. Chapman
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 ...
Issue 1
The First Issue
