THE CEDAR TREE I understand why the People in the Northwest say the canoe is sacred, that the canoe has a spirit...

It's a misconception that poetry is a dying art—sure, we may never see a TONY-winning play written in iambic pentameter, and the stories of the 21st century won't be told in a 15,0...

INSIDE BOTH OF US ...the sheep were like the dead like his eyes on the pearl street mall and he said he brought the rain down from pine ridge why couldn’t he bring it down in arizo...

SOLDIERS OF BONE Demented, tormented. Images of mine head, Film my eyes, rheumy, liquor-doused, thoughts decrepit. Spitting ink – A pungent flavor, like that of failure. Harken!...

Today's work comes from poet, author and filmmaker Diane Glancy, and is inspired by the tools used by medicine men known as prescription sticks or prayer sticks...

A NEW LANGUAGE My words are always collapsing upon themselves, they feel too tight in my mouth. I want a new language...

The following poem comes to us from Dennis Tom, Navajo, and for those unfamiliar with types of poetry we'll point out that it's a sestina -- an originally-Italian poetic form that ...

The following poem comes to us from Dawn Karima Pettigrew, a writer, educator and radio host (for more details on her, see the biographical information that follows the poem)...

I Nub of human, shell pink fingernail, whether you live or all unformed leave her body she will never be without you. This, scientists tell us, is literally true: . . ...

In memory of Jane, wife of Henry R. Schoolcraft, Esq., born at St...