Letter to Environmental Assessment Team of Great River Trail Extension of Flyway Trail 4-26-2022
Invasive thistle. Loss of buffer strips and visual shields for wildlife. Run-off, sedimentation. Loss of pollinator plants. Additional disturbance in a roadkill zone. Trail will lead wildlife to a roadkill zone. Regulating E-bikes.
Red-headed Woodpecker story in MINNPOST, November 2, 2021.
“Red-headed woodpeckers have declined 95% in Minnesota since 1970, the largest loss in any state or Canadian province…North America has lost 29% of its birds since 1970, according to a study published in the journal Science in 2019. The continent’s population has dropped by 2.9 billion adult birds…”
Sunstone Press 2013
The Indian who claimed to own the Umatilla ferry was nowhere along the bank, and I wondered out loud if the governor was the kind to bristle at a delay, but Dominique merely nodded at two canoes poking from beneath willows.
La Crosse Independent November 11 2020
I give thanks this holiday season especially to Native American writers who open their hearts in their works, who have enlightened me with truth-telling and…
The Mississippi Behind Us depicts a white fur trader and his Dakota wife on the upper Mississippi circa 1819-1828, while Indians hotly contest the new nation’s claim to the river’s wilderness. Read an excerpt!
Whispering Winds Vol. 43 No. 4 Issue 296
Linda LeGarde Grover of the Bois Forte Band of Ojibwa joined the ranks of the world’s great novelists last year, publishing The Road Back to Sweetgrass. She renders the boarding school era and reservation era as powerfully as…
Excerpt from the Year 2000 Peace Writing Award
I did not understand until my late twenties that my father had created geometric equations that had been translated onto super-light cards that had raced through a miniature computer in the nose cone of an atomic missile…
Whispering Winds Vol. 43 No. 4 Issue 294
Linda Legarde Gover of the Boise Forte Band of Ojibwe has written another masterful novel of Indian life in northern Minnesota, In the Night of Memory. She dedicates the story to “missing Native women and all who grieve them.”
Excerpt from the Year 2000 Peace Writing Award
The girl smiled a weak smile at Pepe, and I knew my brother, he would not see any sickness in that moony look he got. He saw the shine in the girl’s eyes and believed it was a twinkling for him.
Breeding Bird Censuses Mature Bottomland Hardwood Forest Winona, MN 1993, 1994, 1995, 1997, 2000, Totals.
SNReview Summer/Spring 2013
I knew my mom died having me, but Auntie never said anything about my dad, and I about hoped out my heart, hoofing it beside the surf, expecting a letter from him. Every day the mail was due, I climbed Náah Rock and looked up the beach…
Bancroft Library listed Salvaging in Finding Aid to the Frontiers: A Journal of Women’s Studies Records 1972-2012
A window crashed apart, and fire leaped through the shards, leaped up the frame, and I waited behind Auntie, watching through the doorway as little flames raced across the front-office floor, and she bent to her switchboard…
Alligator Juniper Spring 2003 – Finalist, Alligator Juniper National Fiction Contest
Even though the salmon were coming like hell, and I was sliming like mad, I got a full look at her as she climbed the ladder to the gutting table. She turned out to be the most stoic beautiful woman I ever met–I was twenty-three…
Pushcart Nomination, Prick of the Spindle Magazine, Vol. 7.1, March 2013
The river this late afternoon seemed to prove Nathan right, and the pilots, log rafters and keelboat men wrong. Mid-April already, and the channel looked smooth from up at the cabin, glistening a muddy milk-brown, silvery-blue, sunny, rosy-toned…
Wilde Literary Journal Fall 2013
He knew of a bench of shoreline upriver in Minnesota Territory, a town-site opening, Sioux Prairie, and he said he needed men to preempt and hold claims until Congress ratified a treaty that would secure the Mississippi’s west bank from Dakota Indians.
Magazine of History and Fiction Issue 4 December 2019
The fog swallowed the Mississippi thick as a forge’s smoke, and silent as the slither of the serpent that led me to my fancy and fuss—Spirit Moon, Chief Rattling Wind’s daughter. One moment the river yawned before us, a trail of blue-gold sunlight calling me to the fur post I was to open one-hundred miles upriver…
Pushcart Nomination: American Athenaeum, Front Porch Edition Spring 2013
The animals and birds danced inside the core of the Earth, scorching their feet on hot crusty rock, thirsting, chanting in the dark. They rested, and Thrasher heard the sea seep from the rim way above. He sang the song of two tiny warblers, those we call the prothonotaries today…
Raven Chronicles Vol. 13 No. 1 2007
As soon as the tide got low enough, I snuck away from Ma and Pa and the fish nets, and I crossed the mudflat and saw my creator bird. I climbed way up Oystercatcher’s rock and laid me down, and she bobbed frantic on her ledge beneath me, flashing flaming-red rim…
Ginosko: between literary vision and spiritual realities Spring 2003
Though the World was very new, Raven watched the beach from a spruce that was old and dead, towering as bare as a bone atop a cliff. Raven knew hunger, and he felt lust, but no tide had washed the shore yet…