THE DANCING Dancing to heal yourself and to heal others, and you won’t stop but you’re exhausted. Sweat burns your eyes, drips from your chin, but its salty moisture is welcome in your mouth. If you stop it all comes apart, and from your collapse will fall a domino path, a centrifugal wave of desperation, […]
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One More Time For the People in the Back: #Poem: “I am not an Activist” by Wanbli Gleska Tohake
“I am not an activist, I am Lakota. Is a Lakota a born activist? An activist seeks social change. What do you call it when you only seek what was stolen from you? What do you call it when you fight to save the earth from destruction, the water from pollution? We Indian people have […]
#Poem: “Threatened by #Beads” by Red Haircrow
This is one of two of my poems first published in Red Ink International Journal, Dec. 2016, and 2018 in (link) “Writing History” (tr. “Geschichte schreiben”), translated and part of an anthology in German, on decolonizing history and how history is told. Edited by Sharon Dodua Otoo and Manuela Bauche, published by S Fischer Verlage. […]
#Poem for the Spring Season: “In The Clover”
Though supposed to be somewhere else he’s improbably there: stretched out on his back in a field of purple clover, hands beneath his head, feet crossed at the ankles. Humming a tune, he smiles as the wind ruffles his hair. Stretched out on his back in a field of purple clover, hands beneath his […]
“I Am Not An #Activist, I am #Lakota”-A #Poem by Wanbli Gleska Tohake, Oct. 24, 2016
I created this graphic with a 1891 photo by J.H.C. Grabill titled, “Indian Council in Hostile Camp”. The words of Wanbli Gleska Tohake, regarding Standing Rock, and all the other assaults of the sacred, of water, of land, of culture and identity, of the lives of the People that is still on-going 500+ years. The […]
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