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13 Lives

13 Lives

Stories of Others
by Michael Pawlowski
edition:eBook
tagged : native american & aboriginal
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A Perfect Likeness

A Perfect Likeness

Two Novellas
by Richard Wagamese, foreword by Waubgeshig Rice
edition:Paperback
tagged : native american & aboriginal, magical realism, supernatural, cultural heritage, short stories (single author)
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A Place Called Sorry

A Place Called Sorry

by Donna Milner
edition:eBook
also available: Paperback
tagged : historical, coming of age, native american & aboriginal
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A Song for My Daughter

A Song for My Daughter

by Patricia Jean Smith
edition:eBook
also available: Hardcover Paperback
tagged : native american & aboriginal
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Angel Wing Splash Pattern

Angel Wing Splash Pattern

20th Anniversary Edition
by Richard van Camp
edition:Paperback
also available: Paperback eBook
tagged : native american & aboriginal, short stories (single author), literary
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Sky Burial

Pain seared up Icabus' leg forcing him to stop and wince.
He wheezed through one lung, and the mall blurred around him. Hecoughed and his chest sounded and felt as if it were stuffed with thebroken glass of grey light bulbs. This was it: he was dying. The Creemedicine had him.
In his reflection, Icabus hated what he saw. I'm not that skinny,am I? He was bleeding inside and felt so weak. "I seen betterlookin' corpses." Something had blown behind his left eye earlier thatmorning, causing his ears to ring.
The bird. It was dying in front of him. He didn't know what thebird was called but was awed at how bright and blue the feathers were.Parakeet? Parrot? No, he knew it wasn't the true name of thebird's tribe, and he wished he knew. He thought of all the shampoo bottleshis daughter Augustine had and chose the one that smelled the best.
"Papaya," he said. "That's your Dogrib name now: Papaya."
The pet store, which showcased the bird, held it in a cage. Thebird measured three feet from black beak to bright blue tail, yet the cageonly offered four. A sign read: "Do Not Tap Cage." The bird was upsidedown, shitting on itself and biting at the chain that sliced into its leg.The bird, he thought, deserved something far better than this.
Oh, how Icabus wished to be around fire. He was sure thebird was a woman. She panted; her black tongue licked at her swollenankle. She hung awkwardly, rested, shivered, tried to bite at the chain,fell back, shivered again. It looked as if she were drowning. Icabuswatched the bird and felt under his shirt where he was bleeding inside.It was as if he had been force-fed thousands of porcupine quills thatwere growing with each breath. He pressed into his left rib cage as hestrained to open the cage.
"Macaw," a voice said suddenly behind him.
"Huh?"
"It's a Macaw."
Icabus turned to look at the wielder of such a firm voice. Itwas a child. An Indian girl. Tall, slim. She was beautiful. Her eyes werelarge and round. She wore a T-shirt with a huge white owl with yelloweyes on it. A younger white boy with a runny nose came up and startedbanging on the cage. The girl left as fast as she had appeared. Icabuswanted to talk to her, but he was hit again with pain. He coughed andcoughed and coughed. He held himself up against the glass and lookeddown until the reddest blood dripped from his mouth. He had to hurry,but where was the sign?

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Bearskin Diary

Bearskin Diary

by Carol Daniels
edition:Paperback
also available: Audiobook
tagged : native american & aboriginal
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