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 Fathom 1992

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Poetry

Derrick E. Higginbotham (2)
KimRilda LeBlanc (2)
Sean Kirby (2)
Graham Touchie (3)
Julie Traves
L.M.
Ken Samberg (3)
Gina M. Beaton (2)
C.B.
Dana James (2)
Morgan O’Connor (3)
Alex Mason (2)
G. J. Munro
Stephen Saunders (2)
Steve LeBlanc
Duncan McCue (3)

Prose

L.M.
Adrian Vanderwiel

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Duncan McCue

 

 

Waking Up

    Slowly.
That’s the way I wake up.
Real slow-like,
    world not even qui te
      real,
     wondering if maybe
     I should stay
           dreaming.

   And as I’m waking up,
she’s lying there and is
   part of me again;
I open my eyes
   to virgin sun
and look at her back,
   which lies curled next to
    me

and I move closer
and I put my arm around her
and I notice my arm
   is so dark
     against her smooth
         white skin
and I think about dichotomies
   and differences

and I shut my eyes,
try to stay dreaming.

 

Crazy Rabbit Night

The moon’s dancin crazy
on the white white
snow.
Jack pine black shadows
twistin in the night.
      -rabbit night­
cold cold achin
    deep down cold...
moon’s dancin crazy.
      -rabbit night­
Cross the white white snow­-
streakin and blazin and runnin-
like no tomorrow,
Rabbit
down the path,
like no tomorrow.

Crazy Rabbit Spirit,
   blazin along the path
Crazy Rabbit Spirit,
   dancin down her path

snare

Sun rising orange on the red red
snow...
cold cold achin
   deep down cold.

 

During Pow-wow

Oh yeah, hah...
   Then there was those white people,
   came off the highway during pow-wow,
   lookin' for some reeel Indians.
Had their yah-sheek-ahhh cameras,
takin' pictures of them dancers,
they were snappin' away like crazy,
   'till Gilbert Wayjackie stepped up,
   said "Excuse me, but I sure like them
    shiny beads your wife's got there."

Boy, I never seen no Mercedes
   drive like that on the rez since.

 

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