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“I thought they would come for me.”
An excerpt from my memoir, From Where I Stand, a story of love across race and time. This post follows from a previous one, “You going to that party?” A few days before, the deacons of my father’s church threatened him that, if he allowed his children’s party to go on as planned, with both…
“…every wish one lives for or doesn’t…”
A poem. …The body remembersevery wish one lives for or doesn’t, or even horror.- Yusef Komunyakaa(“The Body Remembers”) She wakes, her body rolling over waves that do not crest.The tide has carried her out, far beyond the limits of her mother’s permission— She fears she will not make it back.Regret lodges itself inside her chest,…
From Where I Was Standing
In memory of Dr. Barney Old Coyote Jr. (Apsáalooke/Crow) In the white history books that I grew up with, the battle was called Custer’s Last Stand. On June 25-26, 1876, we were taught, a large force of Indian warriors ambushed a much smaller troop of brave white U.S. soldiers and slaughtered them without mercy. But…
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holy discomfort: Love letters from a reluctant Christian 