POET OF THE WEEK
Chelsea Hendrickson
Week of November 20
Don’t forget the water, so I take my hand off my paddle and lay my fingers in the water and introduce myself
Remember the Spirit , 3 days no water, 3 days in the sun, I pray our minds become one
Mni Wiconi
Nec Nii’iine’tiitooni
Water is life
Don’t forget the water, so I take my hand off my paddle and lay my fingers in the water and introduce myself
Remember the Spirit , 3 days no water, 3 days in the sun, I pray our minds become one
Mni Wiconi
Nec Nii’iine’tiitooni
Water is life
Líl akát isawuxh’aaghúkh wé héen, axh axháayi jixhwaanákh, axh tl’eikh héenxh jixhwlitsaakh. Axh saayí, axh naaxh sateeyí, du.een kaxhwaaneek.
Haa Shageinyaa kat isanatée x’wán, nás’k yagee xh’aanáxh, héen ghoot, Nás’k yagee xh’aanáxh haa káa awdigaan, a káx’ xh’axhwdigáx’ haa toowú teen, ch’a tléix’xh naxhsatee.
Mni Wiconi
Nec Nii’iine’tiitooni
Wé Héen Khoostíxh Sitee
FAVORITE BOOK OF POETRY Today, I would say my favorite book of poetry is Pablo Neruda’s Cien Sonetos de Amor.
EARLY WATER MEMORY Collecting water at the Wind River in Wyoming to pour onto the grandfather rocks, to create steam in our Sweat Lodge ceremonies.
READING NOW Sherman Alexie’s You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me: A Memoir