Contents

Articles/Essays

Fiction

Apple Indian



She rarely blew her cool and never ever swore, but—”Dammit! Hell!”  The metal stirring spoon rebounded off the sink and took a bite out of the kitchen wall.  The real Tracy Sequaptewa?  She glared at…



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WardAmerica



My humble plan for the financial salvation and exaltation of every soul who has the sense to sign up  I have seen a vision. I have become a new man. And boy, am I excited! Not…



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Letters to the Editor

Personal Voices

Dinner at Sylvia’s



I was in a school bus with fifty other adults headed down to Harlem. At the time, we didn’t know our destination. The invitation had read only, “April Fool’s Day Party.” Our host, the former bishop, was known for his generosity and love of good times, so the turnout had been high. The mysteriousness of the affair, combined with the capacity of a yellow school bus to bring out the fifth grader in anyone, succeeded in creating a festive atmosphere. There we were, all dressed up in our sacrament meeting clothes, giggling, flirting, talking too loud. 



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Plucked from the Ashes



While growing up on the Blackfoot Reservation near Gleichen, Alberta, Canada, I lived with my grandparents. On Sundays around noon, two well-dressed white men would drive up to our home. For some unknown reason, I…



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Crows



19 JANUARY: Belgrade must be the smoggiest of all cities. If you look closely, you can see farmers through the haze plowing fields between runways. President told us in Vienna that if it ever does…



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Poetry

Winter Fast Offerings



When no one was faking sick, we were nine — 
just enough to cover the routes if someone 
doubled up. We argued over the packets, 
weighing thickness against distance, 



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Manna in the Desert



“The satisfaction brought by morning dew 
is more than human stomachs can endure,” 
the men insist, hoping that they will die. 
“The satisfaction brought by morning dew 



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Relativity



While a hummingbird scans it for wires 
the red rosebud explodes in slow motion, 
the two velocities firing simultaneously. 
Riddled with inconsistencies, the rose is 



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Reviews