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Vivian Mork Yielk peeling Devil's Club.

Summer Rainforest Postcard

Vivian Mork Yéilk’ & Vivian Faith Prescott

I was born in s’áxt’ harvesting season, but my story begins 10,000 years ago in the Southeast Alaskan landscape. Many people know me as the “Devil’s Club Lady.”
An elder stands on a dock with their two dogs and is holding two giant fish. Behind them are mountains and water.

Fall Rainforest Postcard

Vivian Faith Prescott & Vivian Mork Yéilk’

Two weeks ago, we went out fishing in our boat for the fall coho salmon run, and my 81-year-old dad caught two cohos. Back at fishcamp, we cleaned and fileted the fish and packaged them up for the freezer.
Snow atop a lichen

Winter Rainforest Postcard

Vivian Mork Yéilk’ & Vivian Faith Prescott

Even in the winter, we are surrounded by a living world. Underneath the snow, everything is still alive. The sandpipers have migrated, and the berries have dropped on the ground or into our buckets.
A picture of the Welcome to South Dakota sign featuring Mt Rushmore. Behind the sign is a green pasture.

Home From a Farmhands Point of View

Allie Spellman

Home feels like a unique Midwest conversation. All the “Oh, I suppose I should get going” responses and the ensuing four-hour conversations with old retired cowboys make the small town of Colome feel like home.
A black and white photo of elders celebrating a birthday with a cake.

Puerto Rico me hizo un hechizo

Carolina Aguayo Plá

El aroma a café me despierta y el sol resplandeciente me arropa mientras paseo por la casa de abuela Aída. Las ansias me llevan hacia una brisa encantadora que me peina el cabello en la cocina donde me reciben unos ojos verdes.
A Rainbow over Hells Canyon Dam.

An Inheritance of Sound

CMarie Fuhrman

Morning. Hells Canyon, Idaho, and I wake to birdsong. Like most mornings, at least in spring and summer, but this morning, it is crow and quail rather than robin and raven.
A view of the entrance to Melrose Stadium, a staple and cultural landmark, in Orange Mound, one of the first Black neighborhoods in America and the birthplace and home of my father and his family.

Three Poems

Janay Kelley

We are swimsuits and water balloons and water guns and sprinklers The summer arrives right on time, for us Us – we a sight that can’t be missed Us – we sunkissed, real swift

A Merry-Go-Round of Gifts: Gift Exchange in a Korean American Neighborhood

Jenny Sophia Yi

Koreans have “more gifting occasions, a wider exchange network, and more frequent giving of practical gifts” compared to other countries and cultures. The gifts are shared in efforts to build and strengthen relationships with the circulation of goods.
A woman with long dark hair, wearing a black long sleeve, a yellow, orange and maroon ribbon skirt, holding a drum with four hands imprinted onto it. She is standing in a river looking off.

Our Heart Drum, Mnisota

Tanaǧidaŋ To Wiŋ

I first met my fifth great-grandmother at the banks of our great Wakpa Tanka (Mississippi river). I see her amongst the trees, and together we sing about future generations as the sun sets across our Dakota Makoce (Dakota land). You can’t get to know our people and culture without knowing our water and land.

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