• 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 ...
  • Cecelia Estrada Vaughan
    Standing in a Wooded Area Iti waya chito fako Iti chito kanafa shila kchulakko Iti illi Large tree Leaning without limbs Large dry tree fallen turned up By the roots Dead ~iti kafi 2017 You Never Have to Ask I was six years old and my little brother three, when ...
  • Spring Thaw I arrive at mossy banks beside Birch sentries with battle torn limbs from winters fury We stand in silent honor of the river passing by grateful for the spring thaw on the Kennebec Highway of my ancestors liquid life carrying pieces of trees gliding in succession to places ...
  • REBEL DAWTA 2: The Kitchen Formica tables with stainless steel strips around their edges yellow tables, the color of freshly churned country butter glass topped butter dishes gold-rimmed sugar bowls plastic paper napkin and matching salt and pepper shakers marvelous shakers labeled P and S fat bellied enigmatic short white ...
  • Believe   Hold on, be strong  Finding our strength in who we are  Through our ancestor’s ways  Will help us get through each and every day.  No time for shame or blame  Our life is no game  We go through hurt of pain  If we choose to dwell  We have nothing ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • Phoebe “Songbundle” Legere (Abenaki) lives in Maine and New York City. She is an internationally recognized composer and multi-disciplinary artist.
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...
  • 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 ...

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 ...