On and Off the Rez
The land starts talking before we arrive at my grandmother’s house: the scritch-scratch of the jagged stones on the gravel road as it separates from the paved black. The barbed wire coils up to the gray sky. The hills undulate like grassy waves. I won’t tell the people in town what it’s like, the ones [...]
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All Indians Are Magical
they can tell time by looking at the sun they can hear the buffalo running two hundred miles away even if they live in Chicago or Minneapolis or Farmington they can heal your broken leg with a wey-ya hey-ya chant if there’s no doctor at IHS because the funding for the year ran out they [...]
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