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Our Purpose
Native Literatures Generations (NLG) is dedicated to providing a global forum for original works of literature by writers from the indigenous nations of North America and Hawai'i. Our goal is to support writers in their endeavors by offering a venue for linking them with new audiences and potential publishers. Moreover, our magazine is designed to generate funds to provide financial support for writers through scholarships and project funding.

NLG is a quarterly, with content accessible online for only three months (with rights reverting to authors thereafter).

NLG is seeking submissions, please view our Submissions Page.

 

Our Board
D.L. Birchfield, Gloria Bird, Sherwin Bitsui, Kimberly Blaeser, Elizabeth Cook-Lynn, Heid Erdrich, Eric Gansworth, Gordon Henry Jr., Joy Harjo, kuʽualoha hoʽomanawanui, Lee Maracle, Dian Million, Simon Ortiz, Luci Tapahonso, Laura Tohe

Essays

Remedial Choctology For Anthropologists

by D.L. Birchfield

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

D.L. Birchfield

“And, when, purely as a result of your intellectual ponderings, you are ready to surrender to the Choctaws, let us know.

We’ll be happy to manage all of your affairs.”

All by Chance, Nothing by Chance

by MariJo Moore

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

MariJo Moore

 

“Now I am a part of the We. Each of my brothers, each of my sisters, has memories of stories of winter demons. And if pressed, probably memories of stories of summer demons. We lived them, with them, beside them, in spite of them; we lived."

Resonant Voices

"The Heart of Auss" and more

by John Wenitong

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

 

John Wenitong (Australia) “The Heart of Auss,” “Nootchus,” and “I got ‘Lations”

 

“Long time ago there was nothing else

No plane no car no photocells

And we walk and we talk and believe the land

And bond together in little bands”

"Raza Children at Recess" and more

by Tony Robles

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Tony Robles

 

“Raza Children at Recess (Mex-i-co!- Mex-i-Co! - Mex-i-Co!)" and “Top Cop (Or the Bee Keeper)

"A feeling washed over my body as if I was deprived of oxygen and, in an instant, the breath of life entered me and nourished everything that had been lacking in my soul.  A deep breath took me."

Verse

"One-armed Nicola" and more

by Marge Bruchac

Fri, Jul 30, 2010

Marge Bruchac

 

“One-armed Nicola,” “Praying Spoils the Hunting,” “Once Broken”

 

“As he eases into the bones
of that young body,
one arm is holding a stick,
the other is holding a cross.”

"Early Conversation" and more

by Ardie Medina

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Ardie Medina

 

“Early Conversation,” “A Winter’s Tale,” and “Basket Maker”

 

“Perhaps she planted the seed of a dream…

grew it into her life, radiating out from her center, then

coiled it deftly into her palm.”

"In 68" and more

by lance henson

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

lance henson four poems

 

“I have gone toward those who are lost

And found your footprints

 

Even at the edge

Of nothing…..”

Exchange

by Holland Colclasure

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Holland M. Colclasure

 

“Warriors became hollow with the carving of our

dreams, those exchanges of furs for nightmares.”

"Innominata" and more

by Brigit Truex

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Brigit Truex

 

“Innominata,” “Naming,” and “Regalia Police”

 

“Yours were the first human feet

to halt, to hold you transfixed,

speechless, breathless.

Yours, the first hand to inscribe it in air.”

"Antiquing with Indians" and more

by Tiffany Midge

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Tiffany Midge

 

“Antiquing with Indians,” “Funeral for a Sioux Elder,” and “Once Upon A River”

 

“Latona mentioned how she’d discovered

a Tonto doll, stoic and monosyllabic,

seated next to a Custer puppet”

“Jacinta’s Medicine,” and more

by Deborah Miranda

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Deborah Miranda

“Jacinta’s Medicine,” “Four Things You Can Do With Your Chart for Calculating Quantum of Indian Blood,” “The End of the World,” “Genealogy of Violence,” and “Los Pajaros”

 

“they meet with our surviving leaders

in broken cities, sign

peace treaties translated by -

you guessed it - their interpreters,

shake hands or claws or tentacles”

"Snake Dreaming" and more

by MariJo Moore

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

MariJo Moore

“Snake Dreaming” and “Bones”

 

“Listen to those that have found you.

Paint them with your mixed-up colors.

Put them under your soft feather pillow.

Dream the hard feelings those bones have deeply known.”

"White Privilege"

by Brittany Luby

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

 

Brittany Luby "White Privilege"

 

“I want my language back

 

     to read my Auntie’s smoke rings

     like vowels as they are written across

     potato chips and dirty coffee cups”

"A Gift from My Students" and more

by Janice Gould

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Janice Gould

 

“A Gift from My Students,” “It Was Raining,” and “Renegade”

 

“Abandoned

but not disowned, she married white and went back home

only when the tank was full, smoking at a steady fifty

up the river road, taking each snake-eyed turn in stride.”

"Wind River" and more

by Sy Hoahwah

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Sy Hoahwah “Wind River,” “2nd Cousin To Lightning” and “White Crazy and Grief”

 

“So focused on listening,

we pedal out to where

moonlight broke like a knife blade

on the silence.”

Genealogy of Violence

by Deborah Miranda

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Deborah Miranda

“Jacinta’s Medicine,” “Four Things You Can Do With Your Chart for Calculating Quantum of Indian Blood,” “The End of the World,” “Genealogy of Violence,” and “Los Pajaros”

The End of the World

by Deborah Miranda

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Deborah Miranda

"Gospel Singing on Valentine’s Day" and more

by Alice Azure

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Alice Azure “Gospel Singing on Valentine’s Day,” “A Blessing” and from “Ice Break”

 

“I lace my skates,

glide onto diamond ice.

Barren trees rim the shore,

define a course for my blades—”

Other Media

No Wasted Seasons

Mon, Jul 26, 2010

"A Conversation on the Poetics of Gordon Henry, Jr." at the Native American Literature Symposium, March 2010 (Chair, far right, Molly McGlennen; left to right, Gordon Henry, Jesse Peters, Jane Haladay, and Kimberly Blaeser)

Stories

One of Those Times

by Matthew Haynes

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Matthew Haynes

“She looked like her mother in the picture that hung above the mantle. One of those black and whites. Pre-wedding. In a studio with a fake nature background. Her head titled just a bit to the left. Her half-smile.”

The American Indian Atomic Bomb Acquisition Authorization Act of 2004

by D.L. Birchfield

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

D.L. Birchfield

 

“The distribution of four hundred hydrogen bombs to those forty Indian nations in 2004, ten to each nation, has been praised as a model of Pentagon efficiency in implementing a complex piece of legislation that mandated an exacting timetable which required speed and efficiency of the utmost urgency.”

Maggie Two Spots

by Holland Colclasure

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Holland M. Colclasure

 

“The heat from the fire soothed her.  She sensed he was close.  She was worried.  She looked up following the smoke.  As soon as the smoke cleared the wall it began to disappear as the wind caught and carried it into the night.”

Race Mixing

by Dean Chavers

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Dean Chavers

 

This excerpt is from “The War Hero” by Dean Chavers, a tale of marriage between an Indian man and a white woman in North Carolina right after the Korean War.

Gaspra Attack

by Jeanette Weaskus

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

 

Jeanette Weaskus

“She swung into the bug’s right eye, then arced the bat around into the left.  Double blows backed by the tremendous force of a firefighter and part-time logger crushed the face of the first bug.”

Four Stories about Home

by Deborah Miranda

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Deborah Miranda

“But in the morning the Indians are gone.  The cliff is still there, the woods are still there, the soldiers are still there.  But the Indians, huddled in the Mother’s arms, have miraculously escaped.”

Indeterminate Creatures

by Jeanne Reames

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Jeanne Reames

 

“The two girls moved with the rest of the human flow, Sonja following Mae like a Aryan Valkyrie, though this muddy soil lay very far from the coo-coo clocks, lacy-trim houses, and red-geranium flower boxes of Der Vaterland.”

A Christmas Story

by Geary Hobson

Wed, Jul 28, 2010

Geary Hobson

“Elizabeth looked into the bedroom where James lay sleeping on his stomach on the small bed, one foot, with a blue sock still on, sticking out from the covers like the rudder of a small, grounded sailboat.”