#IndianLovePoems

by Tenille K. Campbell

Overview

The poetic speaker, a First Nations Donna Giovanni, relates stories of her search for The One, or even better, that One-Night-Stand, in heated lines that fearlessly shed light on the intimacy and honesty that may arise even from the most fleeting encounter, leading to reflection on the complexities of sex, race, culture, and intention within relationships.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781773240435
Publisher:	Signature Editions
Publication date:	10/10/2018
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	104
File size:	824 KB

About the Author

Tenille Campbell is a Dene/Métis author and photographer from English River First Nation in Northern Saskatchewan. She completed her MFA in Creative Writing at UBC and is currently starting her fourth year of PhD studies at the University of Saskatchewan, focusing on Indigenous Literature. She is the owner and artist behind sweetmoon photography, a successful photography business that specializes in photographing Indigenous people. She has published poetry in Sing: Poetry from the Indigenous Americas (University of Arizona Press, Ed. Allison Hedge Coke), and photography in Urban Tribes: Native Americans in the City and Dreaming in Indian (Annick Press, Eds. Mary Beth Leatherdale and Lisa Charleyboy). Current creative projects include #KissingIndigenous, a photography series focusing on the act of intimacy within Indigenous couples. She is also the creator of tea&bannock, an online collective blog featuring the photographs and stories of Indigenous women photographers throughout Canada. Storytelling - be it with ink, voice or photographs - is the life for her.

Read an Excerpt

love poem #506

shushwap love
with a smooth jawline
and startling green eyes
exotic enough
to be interesting
yet status for the future babies

he walked along
rude and arrogant
yet making me laugh out loud
head tossed back
chilling in sketchy five corners
smoking with drunks on the sidewalk
and learning story from the non-familial
the forgotten
the unwanted

history is history
and we aren't all elders

we ended up in an abandoned field
wildflowers brushing our knees
sunset kissing the mountain tops
and mist coming down to valley
he leans down
kisses my lips
giving me stories and lust
at dusk

shushwap love
west coast lust
whaa whaa

Editorial Reviews

"Are there sad or troubling or troublingly charged aspects of an honest book about sex, how one person (a very specific person, with an identity of interest) does it and imagines it and describes it? Yes, which is why [#IndianLovePoems] is good, because it is honest and unafraid; there is also its tactility, its debauchery, its wistfulness, and its sense of humour to recommend it." — Andrew Dubois, University of Toronto Quarterly

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