Archive for August 2005

The Monkey Man

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A long time ago there was a traveling circus that used the old-time covered wagons. Well, I guess they had an accident with a train one day, and there were animals lying all over the place. They finally got all the wounded animals and put them into the undamaged wagons and left. Meanwhile there were (more)

Conquering the Dream Killers: Fear, Doubt, Worry, and Guilt

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In November 1998, I attended a lecture in Lusby, MD, during National American Indian and Alaska Native Heritage Month. A Piscataway Indian showed us beautiful ancestral cooking pots made of clay and spoke about the different Potomac and Patuxent River clay soils used historically and now to make clay cooking pots. When I asked him (more)

The Broken Promise

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“All that I ask of you, dear husband, is that you never push my head in anger.” Before he left for the hunt, Black Hawk went to his cousin, Yellow Bird. “Will you, my cousin, look after my wife and unborn child while I am away?” asked Black Hawk. “I will ask no other.” “I (more)

Riding Songs

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Granddad drove a burgundy Oldsmobile. When I rode with him, there was always a small bag of lemon drops and a pack or two of Halls Cough Drops stowed safely under the front seat armrest. I loved the taste of both. It took a lot of restraint not to eat a handful of lemon drops (more)

Disclaimer

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Take heed— This poem is the stubborn crescent moon of dirt trapped deep within the quick of your grubby little digit. Go ahead, dig for it. Feel good? No? Beware— This poem is the goat head sticker nestled deep in the knot of your shoestrings. Have they come undone? Go ahead, reach. What happened? Get (more)

Renewal of Faith

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It all began with a return trip to my home reservation to seek monetary assistance for school clothes and supplies; my son was to begin his freshman year in high school in a couple of weeks. I wasn’t working that summer and had spent my monthly stipend from college on expenses. When my home reservation’s (more)

Red Fire Ants

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Among the hills and pines, teen problems swarm the land like red fire ants on their way to nowhere or somewhere, a motion known only to them, but determined and relentless.  We know where they came from, rode in on whisky crates and pack mules. For years they grew in numbers.  No one tried to (more)

You’re a Dyke

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YOU’RE A DYKE! I write each letter so she won’t know it’s me I look over ignorant heads at the focus of my hate the dyke who kissed me It’s all her fault I was drunk and she took advantage My friends didn’t believe me I’m no dyke I return to my note DYKES DON’T (more)

Layers of a Girl

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Near the corner of Q and 22nd Streets across from the “All welcome here” rainbow banner, a woman has cut her hair to look like the emo punk rock girl she pretends to be. Scared to show or confused about who she really is Cutting or dying her hair into a new fashion long or (more)

To the Wide Arch of Blue Sky

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Cloud shadows slowly dwindling down the Carrizo Mountains Twisted and wrinkled limbs of piñon Solid black obsidian clumps reflect slanted sunrays Stones polished river-smooth Whitened femurs and jawbones and pelvises scattered and lined up like a stairway to the dissolving clouds. Dulbert Ray Yazzie is of the Ta’neezanii people and born for the Tabaahi clan. (more)