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.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE (9/6/2010):
The online magazine Native Literatures: Generations announces a call for submissions for its first award ($1,000) to support a writer from the indigenous nations of North America and Hawai’i. NLG publishes in all genres: poetry, fiction (short stories but also novel excerpts if self-contained), creative nonfiction, drama and mixed-genre/media. Submissions are limited to three poems, one short story (or novel excerpt), one creative nonfiction essay, or a scene/two interrelated scenes of complete plays. Authors may submit in no more than two genres. (We prefer manuscripts be in MS Word or Rich Text format.)
All authors whose submissions are accepted for publication in Volume 1.3 and 1.4 are eligible for the award. (All those published will receive a free three-month subscription; there is no “reader fee.”) The recipient will be selected by a popular vote taken from all readers with a premium subscription to the magazine. Deadline: submissions for Volume 1.3 are due by 5 October; Volume 1.4 submissions are due by 15 December. Send them to:
submissions@nativeliteratures.com
The award of $1,000 will be made in early March.
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
"Red Insight"
Sat, Jan 15, 2011
Sara Marie Ortiz
“Our stories do, indeed, look different in the 21st Century but they contain ideas, ways of surviving, ways that can and will instruct us on how we’re to go on, if we can just manage to respect them and share them in a good way.”
"A Bridge"
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
DeAnna Quietwater Noriega
“A Bridge”
“Now this man wearing a ribbon shirt wouldn't give her a number to enter the competition because her name wasn't on a roll. How strange that what SHE knew in her heart didn't matter to him.”
"Women Drumming"
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Lee Deranger
“Women Drumming”
“The 1960s became a time of quiet change. People who had never lived where their existence was a matter of record slowly started to make an appearance. There were people whose births had never been recorded. Some of today’s “non-status Indians” are descended of these people.”
“From Out of the Dark”
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Matthew Haynes
“From Out of the Dark”
“I have an understanding of what it means to be paranoid. However, it isn’t paranoia that I feel when I am in the dark. It is true fear of something that is breathing down my neck even when I know that it can’t be.”
"The Lack of Bath Tale"
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
D.L. Birchfield
From “The Lack of Bath Tale”: “I had already opened my mouth to straighten him out about the mistake he had made, when it occurred to me that I might want to try to steal this case, if I could convince this turkey that I was about the meanest thing that ever bit into a piece of fry bread, which surely would make him think he really was talking to that other cat.”
"Healing from Within"
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Marcella Hadden
“Healing from Within”
“I can hear the jingles as the dancers move past me. I feel the air and the medicine from their fans on my face. I clutch my ribbon skirt and begin to weep.”
Verse
“Before Dawn” and Others
Sat, Jan 15, 2011
Mihku Paul
“Before Dawn” and Others
“Some, swallowed from view in
one gulp of alley. I stood on that corner
too long. It could have been years,
long empty belly seasons, no destination in
particular but you, my signpost,
guiding me out of street limbo.”
"Fish Point in Early Summer" and Others
Sat, Jan 15, 2011
Don McCluskey
"Fish Point in Early Summer" and Others
Rousted from early morning slumber
The best kind of sleep
I am reminded the old people say
It is your ancestors
who wake you
to greet the day
"Cord" and Others
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Sara Marie Ortiz
“Cord” and Others
“The cord of memory is this.
Aorta; capillaries,
silky wet red-black membrane
of the eye socket
without its eye.”
"Words"
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
DeAnna Quietwater Noriega
“Words”
“Words in my head
Words from my heart
Words on a printed page.”
“Ajijaak” and Others
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Cecelia R. LaPointe
“Ajijaak” and Others
“Look at the nibi flowing,
Nibi flowing like blood in your veins,
Nibi is healing,
Healing to ajijaak,”
"Aunt Philomène’s TB Story"
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Stephanie Fitzgerald
“Aunt Philomène’s TB Story”
“At fourteen, she
Began to cough,
Ribs cracking, bubbles
Of dark blood bruising
Pale lips.”
"Mt. Shasta" and Others
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Judi Brannan Armbruster
“Mt. Shasta” and Others
“A lone coyote follows a cattle herd
Hungering for some late fall calves.”
“Whatcom Creek” and Others
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Tiffany Midge
“Whatcom Creek” and Others
“I used to pray for him
before prayer was futile as these fish
pitching their fruiting bodies into dim
bleary tombs.”
"My Generation" and Others
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Stephanie Sellers
"My Generation" and Others
"a Golden Mixed-Blood Era
every one of us different
every one of us working together"
"Mí Corazón" and Others
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Lee Francis IV
“Mí Corazón” and Others
“this glass of wine
your face
reflected in the sun
and amber
grapes long since pressed
into service.”
“Chase Me Around the Earth” and Others
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Gord Bruyere
“Chase Me Around the Earth” and Others
“Warm me while we dance.
Chase me around the earth
and we will know both dark and light.”
Other Media
Stories
"Harvest Rabbit"
Sat, Jan 15, 2011
Kim Shuck
“Harvest Rabbit”
“Rabbit Food pops corn; she pops an armload of corn. She pours hot, fragrant, popped corn into the largest punch bowl she owns and dusts it with powdered hot chili. The corn steams, innocent of butter or salt: radiant red-dusted white.”
"The Photographer"
Sat, Jan 15, 2011
Matthew Haynes
“I watched the kid teeter on his barstool. I watched the way his hair would begin to crawl across his forehead from under his cap and how he, intuitively, would tuck it back. I immediately thought that this could be the one.”
"The Legend of the 4 Directions Beans"
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
Jeanne Northrop
“The Legend of the 4 Directions Beans”
“So sure enough, everybody, whether we knew them or not, stopped by to stir the beans, add water, and of course, some personal kind of seasoning--more onions, more garlic, a little Zatarain’s, some sausage, a little salt and pepper, whatever they thought the beans needed.”
"The Reverend Doctor Petite-Petard"
Fri, Jan 14, 2011
D.L. Birchfield
"Though the Reverend Doctor Henrié Picçolo Petite-Petard became a Medievalist rather than an art critic, his favorite class as a college student had been an art class at the exclusive private academy he had attended on one of its rare merit scholarships, an academy that catered to the male offspring of great wealth, where he graduated summa cum laude, the valedictorian of his class."