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Matthew Dickman

Matthew Dickman is the author of All-American Poem (American Poetry Review/ Copper Canyon Press, 2008), 50 American Plays (co-written with his twin brother Michael Dickman, Copper Canyon Press, 2012), and Mayakovsky’s Revolver (W.W. Norton & Co, 2012)He is the recipient of The Honickman First Book Prize, The May Sarton Award from the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, the Kate Tufts Award from Claremont College, and the 2009 Oregon Book Award from Literary Arts of Oregon. His poems have appeared in McSweeny’s, Ploughshares, The Believer, The London Review of Books, Narrative Magazine, Esquire Magazine and The New Yorker among others. Matthew Dickman is the Poetry Editor of Tin House Magazine. He lives in Portland, Oregon.

Publications

Mayakovsky’s Revolver: Poems (read more »)
All American Poem (read more »)
50 American Plays (read more »)

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Dorothy Ance Webb

Dorothy Ance Webb is an archaeologist of Laguna Pueblo, Chippewa, and Winnebago tribal affiliation. Growing up on a Navajo Reservation where stories of the supernatural are a part of daily life gave Dorothy inspiration for her debut novel, “CHINDII WOMAN.”

Chindii Woman Prologue

On the last day of his life, Monty Yazzie was pushing his new pickup way too fast. He swerved, but not in time to avoid one of the large chuckholes that marred the reservation’s dirt road. Without his seatbelt, Monty bounced off the seat and his thighs hit the bottom of the steering wheel. Damn! Hope that didn’t screw up the wheel alignment, he thought, but he didn’t slow down.

Fork-tailed night birds swooped daringly through his headlight’s beam, attracted by the briefly illuminated insects. Those not eaten were smashed against the pickup’s grill.

He wouldn’t even be on this road if his little sister hadn’t called. She was so scared that he could hardly understand her. “I’m here alone and the dogs won’t stop barking. I’m afraid that the Skin Walkers have come to steal the spirit of my mother-in-law!”

Her mother-in-law had recently died, and Skin Walkers always came around after a death. Monty didn’t want his sister to be near the powdered human bones that Skin Walkers were known to drop through the smoke hole of the hogan. The touch of that powder will make a person so sick that they often died. “Did you call the Navajo Police?” Monty asked…To read the rest of this prologue, learn more about Dorothy Ance Webb or to purchase her book, visit her website at http://dorothyancewebb.com.