That This - Elizabeth Spraque
Listen: Before iron, before The
Cross and The Book. Before masts. This black stone sluiced
with fog. A whale sleeping.
In the black bowl, where stars live, deer, wolf, rabbit whorl with the
hunter until first light walks the tide. Insinuates through
fog. Traces beach rock. Swells forward over this black,
glistening stone. A whale sleeping.
First light warms this hand that pecks and carves this story. How
the deer and the bear fell into the arms of earth. How the people
ate until they were ready to sing.
This is a story. Many people dancing. This story has a
song. Has smoke rising, clarifying spruce and pine. This is
not a dream. Stone claps stone. This is a story of arrival
and going back. Of deer and bear falling to earth. Of masts.
Before iron. Stone claps stone, a declaration into this black
Dreams - Marie N Francis
I look upon her; she holds my
future, and my heart.
Her shine of wisdom fades with the crash of sands time.
Her lost words are swallowed by the waves of misconceptions.
Her man-made chiseled bounds keep her from soring to her enlightened
Her cries fall deafly on the horizon of on lookers.
Her prophecies vanish with every sunrise.
Her voice dulled by the oncoming traffic.
Her beauty of love, life and death is gone.
I stand in wonderment.
I’m one of many people standing on the verge of extinction.
I’m melting away in this pot of modern day life.
I cease to hear the songs of my past.
I’m chained to my dollar bills.
I scream for my culture, but only on the inside.
What I am, what I was, and what I could be is gone.
We stand over the remains and wonder what insight she
Marie N Francis
Straight - Marie N Francis
The glimmer of hope and
knowledge of forethought lays in front of you.
set right what was told wrong in books of one sided views.
forth my child share what you have seen, heard and felt today.
day is a new, new paths to your future, new wisdom to share, new lives
only an inch could seem so far.
they know such pain, an outcast am I?
with the riddles of insights, they know none of.
there lays hope of serenity.
your eyes search with an open heart; open thoughts.
Fears, No Judgments.
Marie N Francis
Violence - Marie N Francis
From the whisper of the
breeze to the yelling of a storm
holds our future.
out stretched arms she offers us shelter.
her nectar she feeds us.
her womb she creates us.
her blood she enhances us.
are her life, her formations.
creations lay restless awaiting their new toy.
are our past.
make, waste, that’s their way.
fun, break, that’s their day.
unaware, unaccustomed, that’s their consciousness.
elder kids know not of their grievance.
her warm front and their cool demeanor we take shelter.
the onset of our tempest, we brace for our demise.
walls crumble under the industrial weight.
roofs melt with incineration of earthly hemorrhaging.
implode with decoration of extinction.
at the hollow ground, exposed sky and no shelter,
We wish for forethought.
- Portia Becker
She comes in my direction, I awake
Foggy after centuries of rest
She looks for me but does not see
She walks over me, standing on my chest
I call to her, but she's deaf to my sound
She rests on me, I can feel her spirit
The water recedes, I reveal myself to her
I am a part of her now
The water rises, I am safe
Artist Statement: With so many memories of growing up on the land
it is hard boiling it down to one image or story. So I thought of other
ways to interpret the meaning of the land. The rock's perspective was
something I never explored before. I had always thought of the people
and animals who have lived there but never of the rock itself. I think
the rock's all encompassing and omniscient features overcome its
vulnerability to human presence. Portia Becker.