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waniskâ

waniskâ

one morning I cried to nohkômwhat am I worth now without a man to love meI sat waiting for an answer from a woman who went home 25 years before my criesI heard nothing – I looked upthenthe sweet shrill whistle of a bird resting nearbythe wind running its fingers...
Resilience

Resilience

“I thought you were all dead”Words spoken from a blank canvasTainted by their cunning waysDeception, Death, Despair, DehumanizedUnrealized; Innocent Ignorance, or is it?Relatives decimated, to near extinctionWhat For?Another’s prosperityAnother’s vanityeliminate...
Green Soul

Green Soul

Although there are several possibilities,I could not be sureof the bird’s name in the bird book(not written by birds,and me no expert) not to mention the bird’s namein the bird’s own tongue we could not repeatfor the shape and chisel of sounds in their language so...
Wîsahkêcâhk Migrates South

Wîsahkêcâhk Migrates South

pēyakwāw ēsa wīsahkēcāhk kī-pah-pimohtēw wāsakām sākahikanihk. kā-wāpamāt ēsa niska ē-ay-ohpahoyit ēkwa māna kāwī ē-twēhoyit. māmaskātēw. “tānisi ōma ē-itahkamikisiyēk nisīmitik?” isi-kakwēcimēw ēsa ōhi niska. “iyaw, ē-takwākik ōma. wīpac ta-pipon ēkwa tāh-tāhkāyāw!...
See How the Wee Feet Clutch at Nothing

See How the Wee Feet Clutch at Nothing

Like that I become, in small part, deer mousedead on the trail, left here for a reasonI must step around near the lovely housebuilt to code inside a wild home. Breeze-in types keep to well-kept paths as instructedlike so. Off I walk. On my return, I notethe mouse is...