• Welcome to Issue 9

    Thanks for your patience as we have worked to publish Issue 9. We are excited to present a mix of established writers who appeared in the original Dawnland book (Joan ...
  • Joan Tavares Avant

    The Massachusetts State Flag is Insulting Joint Committee on State Administration and Regulatory OversightThe General Court of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts24 Beacon Street511-8Boston MassNovember 11, 2019 The Commonwealth of Massachusetts ...
  • Alice M. Azure

    Relativity I sit at the southern position of a large circle, a council of grandmothers. They are chuckling at another love poem I have composed. I know they expect some ...
  • Mary Bassett

    Ancestors My feet feel so cold so I keep wiggling my toes until the warmth returns. Bareheaded in the rain, wearing a plaid skirt over my jeans, I stare at ...
  • Carol Dana

    Carol Dana

    My Grandfather My grandfather, Sylvester Francis, used to hunt and trap in the Sunkhaze area. He also took all kinds of jobs to put food on the table. I’m sure ...
  • Adrian Downey

    Book Review of Kiskajeyi – I Am Ready: A Hermeneutic Exploration of Mi’kmaq Komqwejwi’kasikl Poetry by Michelle Sylliboy (Rebel Mountain Press, 2019). 76 pp. I think a lot about what ...
  • Rich Holschuh

    T8ni Kizos Wazwasa – Winter Solstice Terraced lines shine silver,Layers upon the cross-hatched riverbanksThreads of smoke rise still and silent from domed sheltersNo dog barks at the half moon.Long night ...
  • Natalie Dana Lolar

    In this time In this time of posted landWhere do we go...?How do we live...?No food gathered…No medicine picked...No game honorably killed and eaten... In this time of posted landWhere ...
  • Dawna Meader

    Wocawson Cipenuk From the East she blows a gentle rainAnd washes away our worry and pain.Her breezes reach out and bath the nightThen peace is found in the morning light.Yet ...
  • Charlie True

    Phillip at Wachusett The grating of the dried oaks of Wachusettleaf upon layered leafwould shatter the wind’s soft lilting whisperin the sea-pines at Pokanoket.I listen for it nightly in my ...