If you can’t tell, I’ve ordered a bunch of books lately. The last few days I’ve been looking at The Dirt is Red Here: Art and Poetry from Native California. It’s a nice, small, simple book that (for me at least) packs a powerful punch. There are lots of great images of artwork from a variety of artists and they are interspersed with various poems and prose.
From “Baskets” by Deborah Miranda (Esselen):
Indians evolve like everyone else.
I understand safety pins on regalia,
plastic pony beads,
Times change. We grow into
what comes next.
From “I Still Eat All of my Meals with a Mussel Shell” by Shaunna Oteka McCovey (Yurok/Karuk)
Because our rivers
were once filled
our women were violated
in the worst imaginable way.
This book has been sitting on the dining table for the last few days and I keep coming back to it. Every time, I find something new.