It is good to be back at Talking Stick after several months away. A big thank you goes out to guest editors, James Stevens (Akwesasne Mohawk), and Pena Bonita (Apache), respectably, who both took on and succeeded greatly at creating Talking Stick in my absence. Both issues were terrific... click here for more...

"We need you to come home. I'm about to have my knee surgery and..." As my Mother spoke to me on the other end of a pay-phone, I was standing outside of my motel room on 4th Street in St. Petersburg Florida, listening and chiming in with the usual "uh-huh's, yea's and o.k.'s"... click here for more...

It was 1984, I was 12, and my sister Michelle, was 4. Our parents were divorced and Michelle and I were living with our mother in a small trailer on the edge of town in Vermilion, Alberta. We received no support from our father and our mother, who at times nearly crippled by diabetes... click here for more...

I become a snake, a cobra
          now licking all the world's wounds
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Late in the summer of my tenth year, when the teachers arrived in our village from the lower forty eight, I noticed that Marulia, a girl in my class, had become fat. I remember it well, because I noticed everything that year. I saw how the tundra surrounding the village traded its green... click here for more...