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Minggu, 25 November 2012

ON THE EDGE

by Laura Rodley

Abenaki Indian Pictures. Abenaki Children. Image source: Indians Pictures.


In the back edge of the forest
are stones piled up one on top the other
in a horseshoe shape facing
the quartz vein outcropping
perhaps built by Abenaki Indians
before colonial men sent their servants
to take stones from Indian burial mounds
to build their stone fences,
unknowingly disturbing the peace,
and here my husband and another
man named Jim lift beds of moss
off the stone structure, reveal it
to be as tall as a horse, facing the sky,
the midnight sky when the Big Dipper
hangs low and this is what my eyes
feasted on before the election,
how it is time for the Indian spirits
to walk our land, to look
to the Big Dipper and the old spirits
caught in her cup
for our answers, for forgiveness.


Laura Rodley’s New Verse News poem “Resurrection” has won a Pushcart Prize and appears in The Pushcart Prlze XXXVII: Best of the Small Presses (2013 edition). She was nominated twice before for the Prize as well as for Best of the Net. Her chapbook Rappelling Blue Light, a Mass Book Award nominee,  won honorable mention for the New England Poetry Society Jean Pedrick Award. Her second chapbook Your Left Front Wheel is Coming Loose was also nominated for a Mass Book Award and a L.L.Winship/Penn New England Award. Both were published by Finishing Line Press.  Co-curator of the Collected Poets Series, she teaches creative writing and works as contributing writer and photographer for the Daily Hampshire Gazette.  She edited As You Write It, A Franklin County Anthology, Volume I and Volume II.

Sabtu, 24 November 2012

THANKS GIVING

by Tom Karlson

Theodore Roosevelt Equestrian Statue, American Museum of Natural History. Image source: Wikipedia

“I suppose I should be ashamed to say that I take the western view of the Indian. I don't go so far as to think that the only good Indian is the dead Indian, but I believe nine out of every ten are, and I shouldn't like to inquire too closely into the case of the tenth.”  --Theodore Roosevelt, 1886
 

That original sin
Our original sin
Not a talking snake sin
No Adam or Eve sin

This original sin
This first holocaust sin
This First Nation
60 million
Double helixed
Chromosome
Long gone sin
200 languages silenced sin
This good, dead, jailed, Indian sin

as

310 million All-Americans
Sit at the table
Football and eats
Giving thanks


Tom Karlson is founder of Poets for Peace, Long Island, NY.