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Motherhood as First Language The mother's tongue speaks and the realm we are returned to with our pregnancy and giving birth; returned a...

Painting by Anita Endrezze Craving Honey Not the African bird, not the Honey Guide who dives the honey badger, or any human who comes near. ...

Pictured from left: Heid, Louise, and Lise Louise, Lise and Heid Erdrich -- sisters first, writers second -- look back on their parents'...

Parade of Old Loves Every night a different one returns: his hair loopy curls or shorn to velvet or in lanks or shiny bald, he comes to me r...

Painting by Anita Endrezze The Theft Outright after Robert Frost We were the land's before we were. Or the land was ours before you were...

Painting by Anita Endrezze True Myth Tell a child she is composed of parts (her Ojibway quarters, her half-German heart) she'll find the...

Painting and Poetry by Anita Endrezze The Gulf of California Then it was named the Vermilion Sea when the red-shelled crabs clicked in the w...