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Atsimoihkan: A Poetry Collection

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By Piitohsoowatsis Leo John Bird Foreword Atsimoihkan means prayer and is often talked about in terms of apaitapiisin, way of life. For me prayer has been something in my life that I have always felt sure about. Some of my first memories revolve around my immersion school class learning our prayers in our language. To this day when I pray, …

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Our Blood Pulses Resistance

In Poetry by Abaki Beck

By Abaki Beck My grandmother once told me she was a class bully at the government run school that punished her for being Blackfeet and buried her classmates on the school grounds She told me she spoke back to teachers and had to be punished The same school trained my uncle to be a butcher trained him to be a …

Cultural Dreams Over Coffee and Tea

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By Kentaro Herder I just talked to my mom on the phone and I asked her about the one gray cow on the rug my grandma wove and why the others are red. She just laughed and said it’s beautiful and interesting to wonder what her silly mind thought of. Now I’m sitting here trying to interpret the love my …

That One Harsh December

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By Abaki Beck *Trigger warning: Descriptions of violence when his throat was slit who was surprised? I was surprised not by the violence or the night-call from my auntie but by his name. I hadn’t seen him since middle school I heard he started doing meth and when I hadn’t seen him for such a long time I assumed he …

For Unci Iktomi

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By Talon Bazille Ducheneaux For my grandma Helena Harrison-Spider, Unci Iktomi. Most horror movies take place On an “Indian burial ground” I’d like to see the old cackling Lakota and Dakota boys Squinting w/cheek-to-cheek smiles Their cracked skin Covered with facial creeks of knowledge And spiritual experience Laughing When the flies filled An old Amityville house With a Scooby-Doo laugh-track, …

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Privileging Education

In Poetry by Abaki Beck

my hand was cut off I stood there bleeding, crying. But when my tears dried, I convinced myself it was nothing. I am in college now, I learn things now. Yet when I return I don’t even know how to talk without sounding so damn condescending what’s wrong with you, this is your cousin I think When I return, I …

For Native America

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By Aliyah Chavez I grew up on the Santo Domingo Pueblo reservation completely sheltered from the problems that plague Indian country. I grew up always taught to embrace my culture and learned my duties as a Pueblo woman from my grandmother. It was there where I learned the beauty of being Indian and henceforth, knew I have a responsibility to …

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By MC Rhetorik She held higher than the sum of queens and kings above human beings, she can only be described as celestial being, only concerned with truly being, truly living free brings mortal men to their knees she’s the stream to the sea of bliss follow her..she walks amongst the mist brings warmth hence forth when she leads don’t …