There isn’t even a discussion. There aren’t any words. You just start swinging—the building is a fence, your cousins are a fence. The two of you are surrounded. There’s no escape for either of you.
Natalie Diaz, Featured Guest Editor for the January edition of Connotation Press, has curated a portfolio titled “14 Possibilities of Native Poetry.” In her introduction she poses the question, What is Native…
It’s about greed; it’s about taking only the best part of things, the cream off the top, the fat. And this taking of the fat has reached a crisis point in America—a critical mass, if you will.
I think back and then here, where I can only think of beasts with stains: oil and blood. They have become as familiar as an oil-stained cloth in a garage, or the things we ignore, just there in the light.
Over at the North American Review, Heid E. Erdrich writes about the forthcoming New Poets of Native Nations. The collection, which will be published by Graywolf Press in 2018, will…
This election is critical. We are code-red. We might elect our first woman president, or we might elect a man who is at best dangerous and unqualified and at worst the end of democracy as we know it today.