My river was once unseparated. Was Colorado. Red-
fast flood. Able to take
anything it could wet—in a wild rush—
all the way to Mexico.
Now it is shattered by fifteen dams
over one-thousand four-hundred and fifty miles,
pipes and pumps
In November, we celebrate Native American Heritage Month, a time for us to recognize and honor the history, culture, and traditions of Native Americans, as well as remember the contributions the first Americans made. In celebration of Native American Heritage Month, check out these poems by Native American poets. For more, visit our Native American Heritage Month page.
|2014||America, I Sing Back||Allison Adelle Hedge Coke|
|2015||How the Milky Way Was Made||Natalie Diaz|
|2016||Palo Borracho||Chip Livingston|
|2015||Compass||Joan Naviyuk Kane|
|2015||Carrying Our Words||Ofelia Zepeda|
|2015||The Exile||Michael Wasson|
|2015||Cream City/Doodooshabo’enaande Oodena||Margaret Noodin|
|2015||Grief Work||Natalie Diaz|