Welcome to another Words for Thought! This month’s column will discuss three recent stories and two slightly older stories, all by Indigenous authors, and all dealing in some way with the theme of perspective and perception. How do we see ourselves, how do others...
Enjoy our interview with featured author Pamela Rentz.
When Coyote wound round his tail twice and laughed, loped through the six-way intersection at Lincoln, Belmont, and Ashland, he never thought so many humans would die.
She did the sleeping room first, fast and mechanical. New arrivals spent time in Gloria’s torturous training room where they practiced bed linen exchange, bath sanitizing, and launder cycles while Gloria railed on them about pride and efficiency as if being fast at cleaning was the ultimate Native pride.
Original Fiction by Pamela Rentz, Ted Van Alst, Tiffany Morris, Kevin Wabaunsee, Jessie Loyer, and Norris Black
My grandfather was a poet. Not one you’ve heard of—his work was never widely distributed—but a poet nonetheless. He wrote about his family, about my grandmother, and about his spirituality—things that were personal to him—but his writing was always contained in the...
