You Want The Good Life? You Live

They Put Me In A Holding Cell With A Black Kid And A White Kid And A Chinese Kid. We're The United Nations Of Juvenile Delinquents.

What If Someone Picks On Me?" I Asked Then I'll Pick On Them". What If Someone Picks My Nose?" I Asked. The I'll Pick Your Nose, Too" Rowdy Said.

He Loved Her, Of Course, But Better Than That, He Chose Her, Day After Day. Choice: That Was The Thing.

Reardan Is The Rich White Farm Town That Sits In The Wheat Fields Exactly 22 Miles Away From The Rez. And It's A Hick Town I Suppose Filled With Farmers And Rednecks And Racists Cops Who Stop Every Indian That Drives Through. During One Week When I Was Little Dad Got Stopped Three Times For Dwi- Driving While Indian.

All I Try To Do Is Portray Indians As We Are, In Creative Ways. With Imagination And Poetry. I Think A Lot Of Native American Literature Is Stuck In One Idea: Sort Of Spiritual, Environmentalist Indians. And I Want To Portray Everyday Lives. I Think By Doing That, By Portraying The Ordinary Lives Of Indians, Perhaps People Learn Something New.