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A Spiritual Awakening

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On a dark night, a boy travels with his friends, drinking, smoking pot, sniffing crank (thinking this is the way of life, the only life he knows). The night is growing old, and the sun comes shining from the east; it is time to go home. He takes his friends home and travels northbound on (more)

Same-Same

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The stage is dimly lit. A barstool sits at center stage. Russell enters—a Native American somewhere between 20 and 30, slightly disheveled, shirt untucked, hair messed from running his hands through it. He looks haggard and agitated. Russell slouches over to the barstool and takes a seat facing the audience. Russell: Jesus, I need a (more)

Through Glass

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Her earliest memory— Looking out the kitchen window and watching her mom get her teeth kicked in by one of her many “boyfriends.” She was just five . . . She remembered feeling so small, so helpless. Her buried memory of a shattered soul made of glass— Mommy would be the first one to pass (more)

Pedaling Circles

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Pedaling circles like crazy, warm surreal summer afternoon. Singing childish, childhood songs to no one else but me. Middle of the road, Don’t touch the yellow line! Round and round relentlessly, stay between the two white lines! A rumbling roaring truck coming down the hill hairily, Panic, panic, what to do? Frozen, unable to move (more)

Rez Dogs

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making our rounds day by day chasing cars, getting chased pain, BB guns, and kicks scratching fleas and biting flies go on home! they say when we try to eat but where is home when we are cold and hungry ah to be a puppy again fat and warm being held and cuddled by humans (more)

Brother

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To Matthew Do you  remember Waking early Saturdays The Bugs Bunny Show How the coyote would always fail us Oh! Those were the days Watching Bandstand And how our sisters would dance But where did it go Those early years, just having fun Climbing trees, riding bikes I often wonder was it us Who made (more)

The Holy Bottle

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When the bottle is a bible And the hard wood floor is home. Uncle Tupelo Old man desperately clutching Bible in hand, a life raft, driftwood Preacher of the Old School Of fire and brimstone. Of these images he can wax eloquent For he has been there Among steaming sulfur pits and wells of fire (more)

Neshnebek Game

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Grandmother had a bowl wooden On the edge graphic geometry Shapes to define perfect symmetry Man, Woman, Bison fiercely dance The game continues Bones and Wood bounce and tumble The bet is made The outcome uncertain unspoken Fortunes gained Fortunes broken Grandmother holds the wooden bowl which holds the Universe, Laughing. Daniel Dyer (Prairie Band (more)

Eagle

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My eyes are like black coal My feet are like steel traps. With the cunning of my wings I swoop upon my prey. Kevin Baker is a Mandan/Hidatsa who attends Fort Berthold Community College in New Town, North Dakota. He plans to continue studying Native American philosophy and principles of living and to live life (more)

I Am

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I am love that is eternal I am pages of your journal I am black I am white I am day I am night I am tear I am joy I am girl I am boy I am here I am there I am water I am air I am blood I am earth I (more)