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Carol Dana
Grampy’s Tent We used to camp near the ocean, in Grampy’s tent. We lived in that old canvas tent. We needed forked poles to put it together; the ... -
Wendy Newell Dyer
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 ... -
Rich Holschuh
K8g8gwibakw Wantastegokwajok Wintergreen on Mount Wantastiquet Ali-sowanikik nahil8t Kwenitegok wji Wantastegokwajok Southward downstream on the Connecticut River from Mount Wantastiquet Wantastegok peb8niwi tamakwak The ... -
Starlit Simon
Mah & Her Misfits She embraces and understands the riff raff, the misfits, the undesirables and disreputable. Whether she’s worked as a teacher, a social ... -
Sebrena Tomah
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. ... -
Charlie True
Per the request of the late Abenaki Elder Gali Sanchez, this poem was lovingly read at his ceremony, as his ashes were laid to rest ... -
Letter from the Editorial Team
Dear Readers, We are extremely excited to bring you this sixth and special issue of Dawnland Voices 2.0: Autobiography. Like Siobhan Senier wrote in the ... -
Ella Alkiewicz
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. ... -
Mohiks Eagles Fire / Tim Blanchette
Dance, Pray, Heal: Strong Medicine Content warning: alcoholism, self harm Last fall, I let my guard down in the place where spirits get eaten. I found myself ... -
Faith Damon Davison
A Poor Little Village When I was little, we didn’t have a lot of money. I didn’t know it then as no one in our ...
