#native poet

[loserpoetrv]

timers and curfews.

i find myself,

starting to hate timers.

why?

i'll never know.

well

actually

i

do.

as you wrap your

arms around my waist,

i feel my body shiver;

twitch.

i feel the concept

of

time start to become

the least of my worries...

images of what we could do

while frank ocean plays,

flash in my

perverted mind.

my breathing quickens.

your hands trail further.

my body leans in closer.

i respond with a soft sigh.

and there it is.

that god awful.

timer.

to ruin our moment.

we awkwardly say goodbye.

i roll over as you drive away.

and i lay,

and think,

"maybe another time."

maybe i'm just bad at acting on affection.

the song i listened to today:

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[wapat]

Trying to understand the modern NDN

I show up to a party that's ahead of me by 3 days. It smells like piss and spilled coolers. There's 6 NDN's in there when I show up. The only source illuminating the space is the light above the oven. All the curtains closed as if trying to hide the shame of what is going on, the speaker so loud its drowning out the thoughts of how life is going for your people. Out of the 6, 4 are passed out. 2 are somewhat coherent- one keeps looking around with a 1000 yard stare, in the deepest part of the eyes you can see the spirit that can't make sense of what's going on. The other is babbling nonsense to the air "no you're crazy... hahaha.... they said they would be back, they said.". I grab the quarter bottle, probably belonged to one of those passed out. I take my first drink of a 4 dayer, because misery loves company.

How does a native cope with active colonialism? You get caught between wanting to fight like hell for what's right, or giving up entirely. Most choose the latter- getting into blind addiction, not wanting to think, not wanting to feel. Mistaking it for warmth and comfort from a harsh, arrogant, ignorant world. When in reality it just makes you numb. Easiest way to cope instead of fighting. I don't discriminate for those fighting addiction, I may not understand exactly what they are going through, but hey- me too. A moment of bliss or blacking out for 3 days feels better than being hurt or angry at the world for even a minute. Because in essence we don't want that for the world right? We want to love. We want to change things. We know what's best. That fight is in us, but that hope can be far from reach. Sometimes when we can't fight the system built to destroy us, we tear down our own brothers and sisters. Mocking them for being able to handle colonialism and actively stepping up, bettering themselves as individuals. It's like we look at their success as our failure. We don't look at it as building capacity within ourselves. Just another fucking way to show colonization is winning.

(Written 2020, crossed out 2023) I remember driving in my hometown, Bella Coola Valley. For work I went up Valley, to Stuix (Stuie on Canadian maps). On the drive I was talking to my fellow cousins (no relation). "Fucking white people" was repeated while driving by occupied houses sitting on unused farmland. The open fields dwarfed the 3 story houses that would put the local band office to shame. "Just sickens me, 2 of these properties are bigger than one of our reserves". "Welcome to tweedsmuir lodge" stands at the entrance of my ancestral inheritance. Some of these families up valley have been here for generations. Like for sure they oppressed mine kind of thing. Sure no one is at fault today. But they get to enjoy the spoils of what has happened? Fucking pricks. At the most there are 4 families living in one household on my reserve while there are fields of unused land. What are they doing to alleviate the injustices of past mistakes? Maybe once they do that I'll stop saying "fucking white people". Until then I have a right to my anger, my hatred, my hurt.

(2023) No. There is a better way to move forward than complete hatred- A reasonable amount of anger is a given. Healing takes both sides, and creator knows we are trying to show up. Against all odds, we are trying ❤️

-Wapat (flowers in his hands)

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[laikacore]

must i make the choice to be fe/male?

is it not enough to be formed of the same flesh as 

the buck who died for someone’s dinner

or their laughter?

i’m from the ground up

hooves and teeth and all

it doesn’t matter how i make

not like it matters to you

must i make the choice to tell you my name?

is it not enough to be wrought of the same iron as this knife?

cutting away flesh

strip by strip

to feed or to flush you out

either way by laika wallace

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[rhymingtherapy]

newborn kangaroos

known as joeys by the mob

love their mobile homes

father is buck or boomer

mother is devoted doe

@RhymingTherapy—Dec 2023 (my video)

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[pencap]

By Sylvie (j.p.)

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[rainsparadiso]

(Something my step-dad would say to me)

“Rain, there are two wolves inside us; a white wolf and a black wolf, and they are constantly fighting. The question isn’t ‘who will win the fight?’, the question is ‘which one will you feed more?’.

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[yourdailyqueer]

Julieta Paredes

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: Born 1967

Ethnicity: Indigenous Bolivian (Aymara)

Occupation: Poet, singer, songwriter, activist, writer, artist

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[byronicist]

"I came into this world already scarred by loss on both sides of my family. My Indigenous side; my European side. My father and my mother were the kind of damaged people who should never have had children. But of course, they had me, and so my first language was loss."

Deborah Miranda, When Coyote Knocks on the Door (2021)

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[rs-hawk]

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[foreverswifty]

I see people saying they only listened to TTPD since it came out as if it was something special. Is it my neurodivergent brain or am I abnormal? Because everytime there's a new album, it takes at least a month before I can listen to something else and it's only been a few days ^^'

Like I need this time to really learn it and enjoy it idk...

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[loserpoetrv]

12 days before (happy birthday to me !)

happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear alo! happy birthday to you!

i thought everything was fine, apparently it wasn't.

i'm sorry about that.

you deserve to be angry,

and i could never be angry at you; no, not ever.

not at you.

not at,

that chipmunk smile.

those bright eyes.

nimble fingers with chewed cuticles;

i miss admiring you. pulling apart the pieces of my best friend,

enjoying every small part and fact,

we were attatched to the hip. right?

or did you.. throw.. me.. aside?

even if you did, i'd let you do it again;

over. and over.

until all i think of is you.

until all i see is you; all i feel is you; til it's the only thing...

maybe it's my fault; i put you on a fucking pedestal.

you didn't deserve my love.

four years down the drain,

only for you to replace me?

i hate you. it's your fault. you did this.

come back. i'm so alone.

i should've taken you back,

when you apologized...

i miss you ; do you miss me?

sapphic situationships are not for the weak.

the song is listened to today:

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[uwmspeccoll]

Native American/First Nations Woman Writer of the Week

NORA MARKS DAUENHAUER

Continuing on our trek through what remains of March, I offer you another Indigenous woman writer, Nora Marks Keixwnéi Dauenhauer (1927-2017), a Tlingit writer from Juneau, Alaska. Born in Juneau, Dauenhauer grew up there as well as in Hoonah, Alaska with a father who was a fisherman and carver, and a mother who was a beader. Dauenhauer lived at times with her parents on a fishing boat and in seasonal camps. Being a member of the Tlingit tribe, her first language was Łingít, and she did not learn English until she was eight. 

Following her mother in the Tlingit matrilineal system, she was a member of the Raven moiety of the Tlingit nation, of the Yakutat Lukaax̱.ádi (Sockeye Salmon) clan, of the Shaka Hít or Canoe Prow House, from Alsek River. She was chosen as clan co-leader of Lukaax̱.ádi (Sockeye Salmon) in 1986 and as trustee of the Raven House and other clan property. She was then given the title Naa Tláa (Clan Mother) in 2010, becoming the ceremonial leader of the clan.

Dauenhauer earned a BA in anthropology from Alaska Methodist University in Anchorage. In the early 1970s, she married poet and Tlingit scholar Richard Dauenhauer and together they made significant contributions to preserve the Tlingit oral traditions in their Classics of Tlingit Oral Literature book series. Nora Dauenhauer became a Tlingit language researcher for the Native Language Center at the University of Alaska, Fairbanks from 1972-1973, and then became the principal researcher in language and cultural studies at the Sealaska Heritage Foundation in Juneau from 1983-1997.

On the subject of preserving the Tlingit oral tradition and its importance, Dauenhaur said:

People are now beginning to take action for language and cultural survival, and my work is to help provide inspiration and tools for this through my writing.

Dauenhauer had several accomplishments, including being named the 1980 Humanist of the Year by the Alaska Humanities Forum. Together, the Dauenhauers were awarded the Alaska Governor’s Award for the Arts, two American Book Awards, and a Before Columbus Foundation American Book Award. In 2005, Nora Dauenhauer was the recipient of the Community Spirit Award from the First People’s Fund.

As a poet, Nora Dauenhauer published two collections, one of which we hold in Special Collections, Life Woven With Song, published by the University of Arizona Press in 2000 (the other is The Droning Shaman, Black Current Press, 1989). This book recreates the oral tradition of the Tlingit people through written language in a variety of literary forms, and records memories of Dauenhauer’s heritage from old relatives and Tlingit elders, to trolling for salmon and preparing food in the dryfish camps and making a living by working in canneries.

Author Photo is by Hulleah Tsinhnahjinnie

See other writers we have featured in Native American/First Nations Woman Writer of the Week.

View other posts from our Native American Literature Collection.

-- Elizabeth V., Special Collections Undergraduate Writing Intern

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[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"I’ve lost my long hair; my eagle plumes too. / From you my own people, I’ve gone astray. / A wanderer now, with no where to stay."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

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[rhymingtherapy]

The kookaburra’s piercing amber eyes shone

fierce—with razor-sharp beak to hone

superior hunting skills; unflappable little one.

RhymingTherapy—August 2022 (my photos of a friendly visitor taken early August) @writerscreed challenge “diminishing poem”

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[hiyutekivigil]

― James Baldwin, Collected Essays: Notes of a Native Son / Nobody Knows My Name / The Fire Next Time / No Name in the Street / The Devil Finds Work / Other Essays

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[abellinthecupboard]

Memorial Day, 1972

I was too young to clean graves so I waded into the uranium river carrying the cat who later gave birth to six headless kittens. O Lord, remember, O, do remember me.

— Sherman Alexie, One Stick Song (2000)

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