Monday, April 14, 2014

Anishinaabe Star Knowledge Map & Stories


Original Artwork & Design by Annette S. Lee, William Wilson, Ojibwe Language Consultant William Wilson.  Posters of this star map are available for purchase here.

Ojibwe Star Map & resources link


Stories

The Seven Daughters of the Moon and Sun - The Pleiades

 "According to the Anishinabe of Central North America, seven children loved to dance and play, rather than help their parents in camp. The children’s mother went to seek advice on this problem and was told to place stones on their food. It was hoped that the children would appreciate the value of hard work if they were forced to remove the stones from their food before they could eat it. Unfortunately, this plan did not work. One day, the children danced so hard, they danced up into the sky where they can be seen to this day. Although you can clearly see them in the winter, they cannot be seen in the summer. It is believed that during the summer months, when ceremonies and dances are being celebrated by humans, the children join them, returning to the heavens with the onset of winter. To the Anishinabe, the Pleiades is also known as the "Hole in the Sky" and is closely connected with religious beliefs."

The Story of the Fisher Constellation

Bear Story

Underwater Panthers, Thunderbirds and Anishinaabe Star Knowledge by Michael Wassegijig Price

Monday, March 24, 2014

Poem: “All One” Is Colonization and Violence

The hippie movement is exclusive,
“Environmentalists” are discriminatory and racist,
Your culture is so vacuous,
That you fall in love with someone’s facebook profile,
You want to lure these men into your bed,
And pour alcohol down their throats,
This is not love,
This is enabling the addiction,
This is superficial,
And you have no idea about real Native love,
And you forget how many Native women are alone,
Cast out by their own tribe’s,
Cast out by the men in their communities,
Stop colonizing,
With your privileged Prius,
And your nasty hippie-dip garb,
You’ll never get it as much as you say you are “sensitive,”
To our community and culture,
That love for a Native woman to love a Native man is rare,
We are pounding on the lid,
Of the bottom of the barrel,
You’re stepping over us,
On us,
On our backs,
Your behavior is colonization,
Your behavior is violent.

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Recent & Upcoming Publications

Kimiwan Zine, Issue #4: takwakin, Fall 2013

Are you looking for some new reading material?  If so then check out these awesome magazines and other publications where you can find my published work. 


Recent Publications 


Kimiwan Zine, Issue #4: takwakin, Fall 2013 - Poem: Grandmother, Forest.

Matrix Magazine, Issue 96, Idle No More Dossier, Summer 2013  - Short Story: She is the Water.


Upcoming Publications


Kimiwan Zine, Issue #6: samikēwin, Spring 2014 - Poem: Gender Identity, Fierce.

Traverse City Poets' Night Out chapbook, Spring 2014 - Gender Identity, Fierce.  I'll be reading this poem at the Poets' Night Out event at the Traverse City Opera House on Sunday, April 27th at 7 pm. 

Yellow Medicine Review: A Journal of Indigenous Literature, Art and Thought, Spring 2014 - Poem: Ode to All of the Insults and Cultural Insensitivity and Short Story: She is the Water.  I was previously published in Yellow Medicine Review, Fall 2011 - Poem: Blood Memory.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Poem: The Androgynous Man in Brown Pants

I'm sittin' at the end of this dock,
I've walked this way to find my beginning,
The boards of this dock creaking,
As I am the man,
The androgynous man,
With a cigarette hangin' outta my mouth,

Today I am wearing brown pants,
Black t-shirt,
Flannel shirt in the truck,
Tomorrow I wear jeans,

These people keep passin' through here,
Keep on passin' through,
Going somewhere better they say,
Gotta get out of this place,

To some hippie idea of community,
This ain't going work for me - the working man,
I wave my hand at em' in disappointment,
Ain't got time for thinking why these people don't care,

This hippie idea forgets about the struggle of people like myself,
Residing in towns like Manistee,
Some "progressive" who turns their nose up at this place,
"Oh your from Manistee" in a derogatory tone,
Blinds closed,
Poverty,
Addictions,
Too much of an eyesore,
That town stinks from the pollution,

Keep on going I say,
Wave em' away,

I am the androgynous man in brown pants,
Reminiscing about the days of family get-togethers,
Hot summer days,
Playing "redneck" horseshoes as some yuppie would say,
But they are just horseshoes to me,
I own this and I ain't got no shame,
Eating watergate salad,
Thinking about the power lines towering over us in this Hazel Park backyard,
Just a few blocks north of 8 Mile Road,

From the D to the Stee to KBIC,
Don't belittle,
Don't be mean,
Bright minds,
Bright hearts,
Get tossed aside near the railroad tracks,
We pick up the pieces,
Mend our families,
Mend our souls,

Ya see I am the androgynous man in brown pants,
Driving the rusted old Chevette,
To a rusted old Ford,

There is always something better,
I try to make all of this work,
A heavy heart like a ball of iron,
Heavy heart from the generations,
Heavy from this identity,
Existing in this body,
Existing in this skin,
Gender deviation,
Equals community alienation,

And I ponder all of this,
As the androgynous man in brown pants,
In a woman's body,
Here at the lake,
Watching her ways.