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Trace Howard DePass

Mike Brown is Eighteen

By Trace Howard DePass [And legal] now.
[Taking full advantage of the enough he is.
Might go sign up for the war.
Linda Hogan

Eagle Feather Prayer

By Linda Hogan I thank the eagle and Old Mother for this prayer
I send to earth and sky
and the sacred waters. I thank Old Mother
and the golden eagle, the two who taught me to pray
Sarah Maria Medina

How to make love to your beloved when she grew from rape

By Sarah Maria Medina Learn to attend the fire, learn that breath between stones & flames lets the fire burn. Notice her breath, give her breath from your mouth, heated from your pink tongue.
Linda Hogan

History

By Linda Hogan This is the word that is always bleeding.
You didn't think this
until you country changes and when it thunders
you search your own body
Natalie Diaz

Ode to the Beloved’s Hips

By Natalie Diaz Natalie Diaz reads "Ode to the Beloved's Hips" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Joy Harjo

In a World Long Before This One

By Joy Harjo Joy Harjo performs at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival. Harjo opens her performance with an honor song, followed by the poem, "In a World Long Before This One."
Lois Beardslee

Manitogiizans/December

By Lois Beardslee When I asked my mother
If she could remember
What her mother's mother called December
L. Lamar Wilson

A Patch of Blue in Tenleytown

By L. Lamar Wilson She ambles about this Mickey-Dee kitchen’s din,
unmoved by the hot grease threatening
her ¿puedo tomar su orden? mask.
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

First Morning Poem

By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke In a room facing chimneys
over the place Nancy Morejón rests
between sleeps lining free lines
she whispers to hearing DC:
Linda Hogan

Song for the Turtles in the Gulf

By Linda Hogan We had been together so very long,
you willing to swim with me
just last month, myself merely small
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