Dreaming the World

Greed always seems to undermine promises. Nowhere has this been more true than in the relationship between First Nations people and Federal governments in the Americas. This week growing protests have brought the Tar Sands of Alberta and the San Fransisco Peaks of the Four Corners into the news. These regions have massive reserves of coal and oil. Protests are also under way in Sonoma County, CA, where the lands produce grapes rather than oil.  All of these proposed or ongoing developments will destroy the sacred lands of many tribes, and will displace large numbers of tribal people. They will also destroy invaluable wildlands, and the oil production will dramatically contribute to global climate change. Native people in the U.S. and Canada are united in large scale protest.

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AshiAkira's Blog

Morning of cold rain

Poets for Peace is published

May warmth hit all hearts

(Allow me to thank all those who accomplished the work – must have been laborious one – involved in the publishing of the online magazine and congratulate all those who contributed their works. I’m proud to say I’m one of them. Mine starts at the page 147. The publisher: Praxis Magazine (www.praxismagonline.com).

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The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap

My book is continuing in the top 1% for sales in the Amazon Kindle Store and is #21 in top 100 for the literary-fiction-historical category. And it is now in the top 100 for the Literary fiction and Teen category. I’ve also been ranked by Amazon as the #58 top ranking author for two of my books, The Seven Year Dress and To Live Out loud, in the historical fiction category. And I made it to the top 100 (#87) in the literary fiction category.

I’m deeply grateful for everyone who has purchased, read, and taken the time to review my book. In the name of tolerance, a special thank you also to everyone who has spread the word to help promote this book.  All profits from my books go to help get dogs like Turk, Brahma, Natasha, Barbie, Gary, Reggie, Sanders, and Devon (see below) out of kill shelters…

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reunion Pana 1994 meeting my family the first time in 1994 (my dad Earl is on the right)

By Lara Trace (Cherokee-Shawnee-French Canadian-Euro mix)

If you are an American Indian/First Nations/Indigenous, which many of you are, you may find it exceedingly difficult to find paper records that CONFIRM what tribe you think you are… or were told you are.

For example, on Earl’s side of my family, Earl’s aunt Bessie, referred to us as BLACK DUTCH, which is “code” for Cherokee.  My first conversation with my dad he told me we are Indian.  Mystery solved? Not quite.

Code is not uncommon at all.  Since I have been in reunion, my cousin Cathy and I have dug up tons on the “code” and how it makes sense Bessie would say that — since if you were Indian, you’d be forcibly removed to Indian Territory (then malaria-ridden Oklahoma) and you couldn’t own land and that…

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Interesting Literature

The greatest London poems

Poetry is perhaps more readily associated with the natural world and the countryside than the world of smog and streets, shops and tower blocks, that we call the city. But throughout the history of English literature, famous poets have been drawn to the city of London as a subject for poetry – and so below we have chosen ten of the best poems about London, from the Middle Ages to the modern age. What do you think are the finest London poems?

William Dunbar, ‘To the City of London’. ‘Soveraign of cities, semeliest in sight’: so the Scottish poet William Dunbar (c. 1460-c. 1530) addresses London in this poem in praise of the capital. Nearly 500 years before Prince Charles disparagingly referred to the extension to the National Gallery as a ‘monstrous carbuncle’, Dunbar was favourably describing the whole city as a ‘myghty carbuncle’…

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nativemericangirl's Blog

We’ve been apart too long, my muse and I


Inspirational, metaphorical, intense

Defined and even sometimes irrational

A mystical lover, my muse is to me


No more late night hours

Or early morning inspired poetry


Your musical voice to my inspirational thoughts now silent

Quieted inside of me

I’m missing all that once was and still could be


My mind and body yearning for that flow of poetry

Brimming from deep within


The creative process touches me, moves me,

Enters every inch of my being

To set on fire and ignite

All that pours so intensely out of my soul

On to the pages so sweet

This is what my muse inspires from deep inside of me


This poetry that flows like warm oil down the spine

Setting off all my sensual alarms


My body quivers as my soul convulses

When my lover…

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Rich Weatherly - Author

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Denton Poets’ Assembly will meet on September 17th for poetry readings by members and guests at the Emily Fowler Public Library from 10 am – noon.For complete details regarding the meeting click the following link  Denton Poets’ Assembly Sept 17 Meeting

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