Flirting with Running

In discounted sneakers, Fred Meyer yoga pants, a tank top from a second-hand store, and an extra-supportive sports bra inherited from a fellow MFA student whose husband works for Patagonia, I am relieving residency tensions by flirting with morning running. Flirting, because a flirtation has benefits that a commitment negates—i.e., I don’t feel compelled to invest in pretty gear; whenever…

From the Dark to the Light

That one look that showed you the world of Ego Its breeze suddenly springs into the season being Spiritual Then right in front of me sat a teacher of teachers, Silence Motionless he sat right in front me, with knowledge of Impermanence I understood so little about Non-action Seated cross-legged he showed the greatness of the world and Oneness  …

Family Lessons

When I saw the Hails’ wagon moving up the drive, Meena’s head beside the old woman in a gray shawl, I ran toward the director’s house. My Osage sister waved and dropped to the ground, her green dress straining across narrow shoulders as she turned to help Sarah, the missionary’s wife. Brother Amos came onto the porch pulling on a…

The One Thing

There were many times when Nelson would sit in his chair when all the kids were gone and speculate how he ended up teaching on the reservation. On long days, when all the lesson plans were done, he’d lean back and begin dreaming. One particularly warm day, as he closed his eyes, instead of the usual flying dreams he had,…

There’s No Place Like Home

There are days in my life that I suffer flashbacks from childhood. Memories of growing up in the big, white stucco house located in the center of town. The only house in Pine Ridge guarded twenty-four hours a day by a huge ceramic German Shepard permanently resting on top of the cracked cement porch. He has sat there so long…

Sundance for All My Relations

I stomp my brown feet in the red desert sands then claw my way down a pine covered mountain to bathe in a misty shroud of morning and listen as the Great Mystery thunders out another universal warning   How will our little ones survive till tomorrow if the womb of the Earth Mother is thrashed and sprawled creating the…

Sister’s Giveaway

You could have worn the black stripe Pendleton yourself if you’d come down to Oklahoma to get named in the Quaker church in Hominy.   All of us cousins on trust land with our Morrell relatives near Pettit Street named for our family. Uncle Preston slumped on the cracked leather sofa, the eagle wing fan clacking when he lifted his…

My First Bowling Plaque

The sunlight blazed brightly through the thin, white curtains of the motel room, piercing the darkness. Drowsy from the night before, the anticipation of the day’s upcoming events consumed my thoughts. I glanced over to the table by the window to see Rainie sitting there looking out into the cool Montana morning, sipping on a cup of coffee. The dust…

How the Rainbow Was Created

Long ago, a great warrior and his wife were expecting their first child. The couple had longed for a son, but had difficulty conceiving. One night, before the child was to be born, Anog-Ite (Double Face Woman) paid the couple a visit to confess a secret she kept. Many nights, the spirits listened to them lament for a son. Because…

The Coming of Big Foot

There was once a young man named Strikes Twice. He was at the edge of the village chopping wood when he heard a cry coming from a forbidden part of the woods. No human was ever to cross through this forbidden area. The piercing scream startled him, it almost sounded like a baby, and he felt that he had to…

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