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The Spoke Effect
In order to bloom, you have to be in love with your mind and be at peace with your thoughts. I'm a creative soul who just found her outlet.
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Melted
...
Death of the fool,
Birth of the greedyā
Drowning,
Sorrow.
Warm in the bath,
Dry off the sweatā
Agony,
Pleading.
Change hardly shows,
Life does a flashā
Over,
Waiting.
No more to give,
Drawing of strawsā
Melted,
Deceiving.
...
Andi Leigh 04/24/2024
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two days
its only been two days
did i miss something?
why is everyone running?
i think i missed training
i didnt know this was a race
please, im sorry
can we stop?
i need to take a breath.
i feel like im falling behind
but that cant be possible when
its only been two days-Riley Vaughn
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DOWN HIGHWAY 163 | Shonto Begay
ā Navajo poet
The old lady in the back of the truck
Has seen days much colder
Someone's grandmother
On the highway towards Kayenta
Only her face shows from a faded blanket
Her features are strong
Maybe she is related to the people in the front
Laughing and warm
Or maybe she is catching a ride to the trading post
She may even be returning
From the health clinic in Monument Valley
The back of theā¦
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Indian Mascot, 1959| Janice Gould
ā Koyangkāauwi Maidu poet
Now begins the festival and rivalry of late fall,
the weird debauch and daring debacle
of frat-boy parties as students parade foggy streets in mock
processions, bearing on shoulders scrawny effigies of dead,
defeated Indians cut from trees, where,
in the twilight, they had earlier been hung.
"Just dummies," laughs our dad, "Red Indians hung
or burnedāit's only inā¦
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Still Room
I am the anatomy of wind
hateful and gentle.
I am roots and trees growing like a newborn
dream.
A flower without bees blooming
unapologetically.
The spores of a dandelion
lost and free.
I am a walking lie filled to the brim
with truth.
I am blackberries in June
a talking wound, scabbed and healing.
Wildflowers busting through concrete cracks
unseen and breathtaking.
A four leaf clover onā¦
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Thought of The Day | No.45
āFamily is not an important thing. Itās everything.ā
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Rosebud journal for personal growth
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Dawn Prayer for All | Simon J. Ortiz
-Acoma Pueblo poet
Right before dawn, in the blue light of it,
I look for the horses but they arenāt there.
Only the winter trees, thick along the creek.
Everything is still, not even birds move. Only
a pain in my chest under my right breast.
Pulling muscle, something engorged, Iām afraid
of its motion, the turn I awaken to daily.
The horses must be beyond the creek, feeding
in the frozenā¦
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Heart Butte, Montana | M.L. Smoker
ā Sioux and Assiniboine poet
The unsympathetic wind, how she has evaded me for years now,
leaving a guileless shell and no way to navigate. Once when I stood
on a plateau of earth just at the moment before the dangerous,
jutting peaks converged upon the lilting sway of grasslands, I almost
found a way back. There, the sky, quite possibly all the elements,
caused the rock and soil and vegetationā¦
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The Skyline of a Missing Tooth | Sherwin Bitsui
-Navajo poet
1.
The ice hook untwists inside the whirlwind like a tail.
A ravenās rib ripped from the electric socket
heats the palm,
its rusted core bound by the appleās shaven hide.
Like a concussion cushioned between fingertipsā
egg batter congeals in cracks of concrete.
The fourth generation of bees flee the unlocked mouth.
The stoplight blinks
midway between wing, beak, andā¦
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In the First Place of My Life | Henry Real Bird
ā Crow Nation poet
Today as I let go, a hoola hand into the dawn
Among silhouetted horse heads, held by a rope corral
But then, that day was many winters ago
To good horses you are drawn
I have asked that you ride the best
Of beautiful words to create images
Of lifeās reflections filled with feelings of reality
Winters many may you ride the best.
As sunlight moved in the wind
Among the shadowā¦
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For History on Behalf of My Children | Gloria Bird
-Spokane poet
I am the surrounded voice
of the forest, my history
registered in wind through trees,
the ones left standing
between human presumption and frailty.
I am the voice of the rivers
banking the nation
on the south and west,
the pulse of the living earth
you have exposed
and been exposed to,
the voice of continuous merging,
though some deny it.
It is only human
to speak ofā¦
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Advice from La Llorona | Deborah A. Miranda
-Ohlone-Costanoan Esselen poet
āa found poem
Each grief has its unique side.
Choose the one that appeals to you.
Go gently.
Your body needs energy to repair the amputation.
Humor phantom pain.
Your brain cells are soaked with salt;
connections fail unexpectedly and often.
Ask for help.
Accept help.
Read your grief like the daily newspaper:
headlines may have information you need.
Scream.ā¦
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Japanese Garden | Laura Tohe
āNavajo poet
After a stone and sand exhibit in Portland
A man is leading the animals.
A man is leading the ones that float on water.
A man is leading the winged ones.
A man is leading the ones that swim.
Maybe heās St. Francis,
the long-robed man who calls the animals to him now.
Maybe heās Noah,
the one who gathered the animals.
and sailed away with them, they say.
Who was there toā¦
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If I Laid Them End to End | Kimberly M. Blaeser
-Chippewa poet
That old guy with the muskrat soup
slurps it loudly from the ladle
Hoowah, pretty good stuff!
You shift your weight on the stool
raise the bad leg just enough
and retrieve the red bandana hankie.
Talk still spills like sunshine
over the knife-marred counter
as slowly you wipe the can
push the cloth back in your pocket
and cough down the grape pop
glancing at the bobbing blackā¦
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SONG | John Rollin Ridge
-Cherokee poet
I saw her onceāher eyeās deep light
Fell on my spiritās deeper night,
The only beam that eāer illumed
Its shadows drear. The glance was slight,
But oh, what softness it assumed!
I saw her twiceāher glance again
Lit up its fire within my brain;
My thoughts leaped up, like lightning warm,
And felt a sweetness mixed with pain,
While gathāring wildly round her form.
I saw herā¦
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