Archer Pechawis
Writing

This section features some things I've written over the years. It does not include academic, curatorial or "art" writings. Most of these pieces were written for spoken word performance and should be read that way.

last night the numbers came home again

last night the numbers came home again
your voice on the phone
so familiar
so strong
all wrong

shocked
stunned
crying

small.

i sit at my kitchen table
not believing
not wanting to believe

believing.

my belief means nothing
you are beloved
you are dead

i kneel at my altar

shocked
stunned
crying

small.

i pray

last night the numbers came home again
three dead indians in six short weeks
murder
suicide
murder

i sit at my desk
shocked
stunned
crying

shock turns to grief
grief turns to rage
rage turns to words
they cool on the page

hardening

august 94