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Native American Studies | Creative Non-Fiction
Mental Midgets | Musqonocihte © 02018 Trace Lara Hentz (01956— ). All rights reserved.
This TWIN book is a collection of factoids, thoughts, quips, code, quotes, photos, thought bombs, creative
non-fiction, Native American history and prose. And it’s short.
ISBN: 9781731074010
First Edition
Advance Praise
"Prepare yourself for a short journey into a long reality.
Do yourself a favor and read and reread with an opening mind.
This author knows of what she writes....."
—Author-poet-medium MariJo Moore
Right on. Right on. Right on. With clarity of heart and soul, Trace Laura Hentz writes poetry and
prose that resonates and illuminates the unfortunate typical burdens of our time. Mental
Midgets is filled with an astute perspective that is missing from mass media stories. Through the
resonance of her writing, those of us who feel weighted by the burdens of our era, Hentz’s
words help lift us up as we feel less alone and less singular in our attempts to reassert the values
for non-greediness, non-racism, and non-bullying in our multicultural society.
As well as perceptive observations of the tRUMP crisis, Hentz writes of our enduring indigenous
spirit that lives on and on even as the impact of centuries of human rights abuses against Native
American peoples remain intertwined amongst us. Hentz writes of the spirit, love, and light that
holds us together; within ourselves, with one another, and amidst our beloved ancestors.
—Poet Anecia Tretikoff
Writer KC Redding emailed: I like the format of Midgets, the way each work sneaks up on you
by yelling in your ear first. Kind of reminds me of walk softly, big stick words...
She lifts mostly directly through her poetry in “Masks” and “I Shook” and “When a trickle…
becomes a river.. then a flood” and “I Wasn’t Ready For Her To Die” and most powerfully in
“Ghost Shell.” It’s hard to leave the impact of her words behind. – Poet Laura Weldon
(and covfefe)
*
For your personal safety
Pig Latin is a pseudo-language that is another way of speaking in code. It's a little more common
and a little easier to deduce. "Pig Latin" would become ig-pay Atin-lay.
(I’m AceeTray)
Mental Midgets
(everything in six words or less)
what? what
Really truly bigly, our brains are shrinking. Is that a question? No.
THOUGHT BOMB
Since the invention of the internet and the tragedy of 9-11, America has a big ol’ crazy
emergency …with much shorter attention spans due to cell phones, facebook, twitter,
instagram, snapchat and all other social media … this\that\the other is not normal.
It's a mindless, formless, nameless demon that feeds on fear and other negative emotions
summoned by social media. And, of course, there's the demonic zeitgeist, which is being fed not
only by social media but the increasingly-darkening cast of pop culture. —Christopher Knowles
(author of Our Gods Wear Spandex)
[[[Russians send ELF waves 'softening people's brains?' Is this even a question?]]]
“…a war is being waged on all that I hold dear...” —patterson hood
Bad inventions:
(The big brains invented junk but didn’t imagine or plan for a big fail):
Space junk . Robots . Weapons of mass destruction . Barrels of Military Waste . a.i. . Opioids .
Nuclear Reactors. WiFi. Columbia Gas explosions . 5G. Agent Orange. Asbestos. Plastics.
Napalm. Fentanyl.
Dirty Street Fights break out in the Halls of DC. There is no honor among thieves.
Dire Warning
“…it’s a miracle we’ve survived this
far…” —Noam Chomsky on Democracy Now (11-5-2018)
Among the many other threats global warming poses to the planet, around half of the world’s
estimated 100 million species (most of which remain undiscovered) face extinction.
BLUE INDIANS
It happened years ago… but I can still feel myself outside the Pequot Museum on a
bench and the reservation wind is really blowing and John Trudell is speaking about his
album Blue Indians, and his latest tour.
I knew I’d have to read what he said a few times after I listened to the tape I
made. John Trudell was deep, so deep, with level upon level of meaning in both his
spoken words and lyrics. I’d hear him, then I’d process more after a second or third
listen… I can’t forget what he said about power and responsibility—you’ll read what he
said in this interview. With the next presidential election whirling around us, it’s hard
not to feel powerless. But we are not powerless.
From my notes, I was glad when Trudell explained how belief (as in religion belief) takes
the place of thinking. I jotted in my notes, “Don’t believe – THINK. We put a whole lot of
energy into HOPE and BELIEF and that energy falls into a void and disappears…. You
BELIEVE so you don’t have to think…… You HOPE so you don’t have to truly act – it’s a
sedation (drug). Nothing changes, religion is brainwashing the consciousness of people
desperate to believe…. this just puts the mind in a prison…
“Violence, terror and traumas has defeated tribal belief systems from tribal Europe thru
today… and then the traumatized blame themselves….. and the beast continues to get
bigger. The answer is NON-COOPERATION and a clear thinking human being….”
*interview*
Poet, activist, prophet, American Indian Movement (AIM) founder, actor and recording
artist John Trudell (Santee), made a concert stop with his band Bad Dog, at the
Mashantucket Pequot Museum and Research Center in May (2000).
Trudell uses words as medicine, so his political and poetic abilities created the new
album Blue Indians, on Dangerous Discs records, released in 1999, his ninth album,
produced by Jackson Browne.
“I called the album Blue Indians because there is a kind of spiritual and cultural genocide
perpetrated on everyone that is poor in this country,” Trudell said. “The advance of
technology has put all of us on a kind of reservation. These are the people who can’t educate
their children, or afford health care. They’ve been robbed of life, which is what happened to
Native people, so in that context, we’re all Indians.”
The “spoken word” artist said he didn’t set out to be a poet or writer. After an unspeakable
tragedy took the lives of his wife, Tina, their three children and Tina’s mother, back in 1979, he
started writing. The fire that killed them was declared an accident by the FBI who declined to
investigate. This happened just 12 hours after a group marched to FBI headquarters in Wash.
DC, where Trudell delivered an address on the FBI’s war against Native Americans. He burned
an American flag in protest of racism and class injustice. To this day, Trudell believes
government operatives set the blaze, “It was murder. They were murdered as an act of war.”
After 1971, Native men and women formed the national American Indian Movement, in
response to the horrific conditions on reservations and the many unsolved murders. Trudell
served as National AIM Chairman from 1973-79. During that time the FBI compiled a 17,000
page file (covering Trudell’s activities from 1969-80).
Writing has helped Trudell keep some sanity and continue to survive. In 1981, he published a
book of poetry “Living in Reality” and by 1982 combined music and poetry, with the help of his
musician friends Jackson Browne and future collaborator Jesse Ed Davis, a Kiowa from
Oklahoma.
When asked how he deals with anger, Trudell told one reviewer, “I look at it as healthy. It’s like
sadness. There’s a reason we’re given certain feelings. I think anger is necessary to our survival
and reality, but now we live in a technology reality where people are programmed not to accept
their anger. I think we can use it as fuel for clarity, focus and accomplishment. Anger doesn’t
have to be a distorting experience.”
In May 2000, the band played songs from the album Blue Indians, while Trudell spoke his poetic
lyrics. About promoting the album, he said later, “We don’t tour like other bands. We hit the
road sometimes for a week, or several weeks. It’s more practical for us.”
In concert, Trudell referred to humans as being mined, like resources, such as minerals, and
reminded us we are indeed composed of the earth’s materials. After the concert, he explained
the effects of mining humans, “The feeling of powerlessness that this society has, I think is a
result of mining humans because the people do feel powerless. I think no clear, coherent
thinking people, would accept as normal the conditions that they have to accept. So, the only
reason I can see that people would accept the inequities, are because they feel powerless to
deal with them. The powerlessness may disguise itself as rage, or racial hatred, or sexism, it
may disguise itself in many ways, but basically the common thread is a feeling of powerlessness
among the people.
“That means all the aggressive attitudes basically get internalized. I think that’s the obvious
result of being mined as an individual. If they are being real with themselves, no pretending, no
justification or rationalization, how many people feel that they have any real power?
“How many people feel powerless to deal with situations put in their life? It’s got to do with
perceptional reality. If you use our intelligence as clearly and coherently as we can, I think we’d
understand that we are not necessarily powerless. But we don’t know how to relate to power,
or recognize it, therefore we don’t know how to exercise it.”
And, Trudell said we can’t accept this idea of being mined because we can’t recognize it or see
it.
On the importance of prayer, John said he prays for balance. “Prayer is often a misused
word. There are people who pray for things to make them happy so I don’t know if they’re
really praying. Then there are people who pray for the welfare of others. Some people don’t
pray so much for their own individualized ego, but understand that prayer is a way of thinking in
harmony with the Creator. Praying is a way of participating with the Creator.
“Prayer that is based upon thought and feeling, then that prayer is participating. Prayer that is
based upon need and emotion, that prayer is not participating in a synchronized manner,
because it’s based on the ego’s need and emotion.”
“Responsibility is the
way to fulfillment,
when one recognizes
and exercises their
responsibility, this is
how one is to be
free. It’s a way of
reconnecting with
power for us as
humans.”
On his own life, Trudell said, “I see as clearly as I can. The objective is for me to be as real to
myself as I can possibly be. The more real I can be to myself, the more real maybe I can be to
other people. It’s a challenge.”
This is war.
© 2013
PHONY
They smell phony
that we notice
*
So let me get this straight.
You’re building a prototype of a mega-destroyer and nuclear submarine and yet you have
people starving at the docks while you go off to find an enemy to bomb?
Wait, what?
I insist
I forget
I insist
I forget
I insist
(That’s exactly why [you and me and we] are a mental midget)
Think
“That, in my opinion, was the most diabolical aspect of those old-time big brains: They
would tell their owners, in effect, ‘Here is a crazy thing we could actually do, probably, but
we would never do it, of course. It’s just fun to think about.’ And then, as though in trances,
the people would really do it––have slaves fight each other to death in the Colosseum, or
burn people alive in the public square for holding opinions which were locally unpopular, or
build factories whose only purpose was to kill people in industrial quantities, or to blow up
whole cities, and on and on.” — Kurt Vonnegut, Galápagos
ALWAYS
From the Bolsheviks, to Hitler and the Third Reich, to Mao Zedong, to most
tin-pot dictators across the Middle East and Africa, there has ALWAYS been
an organized group of money men and think tanks fueling the careers of
the worst politicians and military juntas of the epoch.
—Brandon Smith
Yup.
W
e will repudiate these pathologies and organize to force the
uber-rich from power or they will transform us into what they
already consider us to be—the help. —Chris Hedges
The
Arctic
They are going to SHELL it
Nobel Prize winning novelist Orhan Pamuk writes about his beloved friend and
photographer Ara Guler, who died in November 2018:
For those who, like me, have spent 65 years in the same city — sometimes without
leaving it for years — the landscapes of the city eventually turn into a kind of index for
our emotional life. A street might remind us of the sting of getting fired from a job; the
sight of a particular bridge might bring back the loneliness of our youth. A city square
might recall the bliss of a love affair; a dark alleyway might be a reminder of our political
fears; an old coffeehouse might evoke the memory of our friends who have been jailed.
And a sycamore tree might remind how we used to be poor.
My photo: Carpet Ghosts
NOW right?
Is it election fatigue?
Massively… lingering grief, pops of anger, booms of brilliance followed by surreal disbelief,
brain-numbing confusion causing bad insomnia and a bad stomach with a burning desire to give
up and leave the planet… It’s global.
Did we just elect a non-politician who we thought would help the middle class?
Sure.
Apparently so.
Won’t greedy heads of corporations with the government’s help kill the planet?
Did Mr. (non-politician) President just appoint the most corrupted rich people (The 1%) that he
could?
I bet convicted felons Martha Stewart and Bernie Madoff would have been his Cabinet picks too.
Will there be anything left of America after this president and his people are arrested, and
prosecuted?
We can’t eat money and they can’t be buried with it. We can’t drink oil.
Is it too late?
© 2016
gaslighting
Remember: Suffering is the Sport of Empire.
**
“It’s nice to know that literature unmasks insanity.” —San Francisco poet Joie Cook
You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we
are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind. —
Nobel Prize winner Bob Dylan
White men can be any color. It’s about superiority. —Eddie Benton-Benai, Anishinabe author
HoboCode
Obscene
Contrary to what those in power would like you to believe so that you'll give up your pension,
cut your wages, and settle for the life your great-grandparents had, America is not broke. Not
by a long shot. The country is awash in wealth and cash. It's just that it's not in your hands. It
has been transferred, in the greatest heist in history, from the workers and consumers to the
banks and the portfolios of the uber-rich. 400 obscenely rich people, most of whom benefited
in some way from the multi-trillion dollar taxpayer "bailout" of 2008, now have as much loot,
stock and property as the assets of 155 million Americans combined. —Michael Moore (2011)
Devolving
...this is typed on a machine and read by
strangers who I do and do not know. We are
DEVOLVING. Kids can’t write a complete
sentence or take their eyes off their phones.
F*CK THAT!
#Don'tText
TALK HUMAN
TALK HUMAN
TALK HUMAN
TALK TO HUMANS
I am known to binge-watch HOARDERS. It's not appealing or appetizing, but rather
stomach-turning sad. Why do I do this? To remind myself we are not what we OWN. All
of us must learn to grieve better... You know—CRY CRY CRY and PROCESS...
Almost every hoarder has suffered a loss of a family member and never finished
grieving... hmmm... it's not rocket science, folks. Learn to grieve...
SMILEY
Oh, by the way—my *MOB* Nickname is: SMILEY!
Geez! This is accurate!
Laws are written to protect the corporation, to crush the little man, plunder and murder with
centuries of dishonor— we’re looking at Indigenous theft globally.
Sanctions hurt people, not war lords and despots. Sanctions help corporations rob resources.
Cycling and recycling ideas and history: look at Eugenics, Immigration, 1924
Goldfinger in the White House—can James Bond save the world from #45? The plot: Drumpf is
Goldfinger, poisons his crew and escapes with his bodyguard (named Odd Job) to a private
island.
Suffocating Paternalism?
How will history remember failed leaders —when innocent Koreans are nuked or when we all
die? When the people of Yemen all die? When the people of Palestine are all dead?
US politicians could spend the next 50 years and never repeal all the racist laws on the books.
Rich people actually smirk at the opioid crisis? As more died, they’ll be more for them, more of
everything. The weak and pathetic die. Corporations are happy. 100 people die every day from
overdose. Funeral homes kill and make a profit.
The 45th President with no vocabulary skills? Someone mailed him a dictionary.
Public Shaming? How? Grab assets, remove citizenship, BANISH them to another land, bank
assets and secret accounts are also seized, CHEAPER than prison and they are outta here….
Maybe Paraguay and Argentina will take them like they harbored the criminal Nazis.
The US makes (list a country) the enemy so they can bomb you back to the Stone Age? How
many more bombs do we need?
The only thing that's broke is the moral compass of the rulers.
In 2018, I went back to see a plaque dedicated to the life of William Apess (1798–1839), a
Pequot Indian, Methodist preacher, and widely celebrated writer, born in Colrain, a few miles
from where I live now. Historian Professor Author Drew Lopenzina organized everything,
including the plaque. A few years back I met with him over lunch to talk about Pequot history
when he was writing his book Through an Indian's Looking-Glass, A Cultural Biography of
William Apess, Pequot, New insights, one of the most prolific and important early Native
American writer.
Drew’s book is about Apess’ writings and life and provides a lens so we can comprehend the
complex dynamics of indigenous survival and resistance in the era of America’s early
nationhood. In my neighborhood. In your neighborhood.
I froze today (10-13-02018) in Colrain.... so was it worth it? Standing there with the descendants
of New England’s invaders, mass murderers – who I call serial killers?
I shook at the cold we survived so many generations ago. I shook and remembered the land we
stand on is Pocumtuck territory.
Have you heard of the Sokoki, Niantic, Nipmuc, Paugussett, Pennacook? They are just a few of
the erased-on-paper, still alive tribes in New England. They might your neighbor. They might be
your ancestor.
whitewash
By any means necessary, we have stolen land, commited genocide, exploited low-wage workers,
all of that to become one of the wealthiest nations in the world. And it’s a fact and a truth that
we want to sweep [this history] under a carpet and whitewash [it].
—Native author and philanthropist Edgar Villanueva
If they couldn't murder Indigenous people, they invent other ways. They write the history.
In 2016 I gave a book talk about my anthology STOLEN GENERATIONS at the local community
college. (Thanks Hope.) There were many people who sincerely want to understand what is
truth, what really happened around here, what they didn't learn in school... from an Indigenous
perspective.
I told the audience my talk should have been titled: "We're not supposed to know."
(His)story— that is the division we are seeing everywhere. There is plenty we are not
supposed to know. So, what is truth?
I sent a letter to the Turners Falls Mascot
Committee so they might reconsider its
use:
Time after time, war after war, history is told (or not told) by the victor, the winner of the
conflict.
When I interviewed leaders of the Eastern Pequot years back, I wanted Connecticut to know its
own history, largely unwritten, hidden. Marcia Flowers said, “we’ve been cleaning people’s
houses for the past 300+ years.”
Indian people knew it was best to be invisible. Many still feel this way: invisible.
Pequot scalps? The bounty was $100 in colonial times. $100 is like a million dollars today, right?
This issue over mascots makes it clear. We argue over history. If it creates conflict, this is
exactly how the oppressor and oppression works.
We in North America are literally educated to be ignorant of the true history. It’s a blood-
soaked path in the pioneer valley and westward. Fictions were crafted by the nation builders
who used war/massacre/colonization on the First Nations Indian People yet these facts were
diminished or erased. Hiding truth and history only perpetuates continued racism and
intolerance.
Your Indian mascot doesn’t honor anyone but reveals our ignorance.
(Trace is the former editor of the Pequot Times, Foxwoods Spirit and Ojibwe Akiing.)
*
If I could write a history of Empire that starts at the very
beginning, I’d show it as a film (no student tests or grades
or memorizing anything). Just sit back and watch, my
“captive” audience… We’d have balance with my plan.
The loser would get his story too. Let the viewer watch.
Colonizers have won too long with just their version (like
their cleaned up version of Columbus Day). All the big
things, white lies, we’d cover and uncover both sides. But
you see how secrecy works in their favor?
By the time we know what they are doing, it’s too late. Too
late to object, too late to stop them. We just didn’t know
that history builds on what we didn’t know.
When a trickle… becomes a river…then
a flood
…When People of the First Light saw ships and strangers disembark
…When the conqueror ran out of the woods firing loaded guns
…When a black sedan enters the rez , children run and hide
…When a Cree adoptee has a Bat Mitzvah and is told Indians are savages
© 2016/2018
find home
I was too little to know
Too small to guess
this was too big
that I couldn’t swim
My paddle was small
but fit into my head
I’m heading home
Far away from these strangers
who called themselves
mom and dad
© 2016
Ghost Shell
I dream of this, the weight,
“Protect yourself.”
© 2010
Indian radar?
I went to Boston to an international adoption conference at MIT many years ago. I
planned to meet up with BJ Lifton, the most infamous adoptee author. I met her, short
and sweet, meet and greet. Then I went to the lunch room and not knowing anyone, I
sat with a guy who also happened to be adopted… and get this, a Native American
adoptee just like me. Holy Synchronicity!
He told me he was raised in upstate NY and used to hunt in Michigan with his adoptive
dad... on the same land as his tribe.
Meeting him, I call this Indian radar.
No matter where you go, you WILL find other Native people... they are EVERYWHERE!
Struggle?
Bitter, jealous. That was me, a kid.
Sure, they’d love you just like their horse and dog
I ran once.
hang in pictures
on your walls.
So you regulate
and legislate us
to death.
It’s no wonder
Only George Armstrong Custer (and they didn’t even write that right.)
“Those damn Indians,” herded like zoo animals to reservations,
Heya, heya.
Every time I called, she told me stories, hard stuff, family stuff,
Cautioned me,
Educated me…
I cross unchecked boundaries, through invisible state lines, past fenced farms and gated
communities
I bring boxes filled with memories, with enough to rent a storage unit
I marry him, and I marry his identity and my identity and take his name
Would this happen if I was from Iran, Nigeria or Guatemala and not from Wisconsin?
How long before I am questioned? © 2017 (Finalist in Greenfield’s Poet Seat Poetry Contest)
The Legacy of Cosmic Glue
…what I call the download
Of her memory
Of her knowledge
Of her experience
To YOU
(This download is secret and one of the most precious in this world) © 2017
The silence is so loud
Drones, really?
In a poor country,
Easy.
Colonized we are…
in a celestial mourning…
They remembered those who lived on the most dangerous, self-destructive planet in the
solar system,
© 2012
Cancer deaths,
Worldwide…
Slow deliberate
Extinction
They said it was in their walls, and both got the same cancer,
Brain cancer she had first… the doctors used radiation and chemo so
They got it all and he told me his lung was growing back,
Worldwide
Worldwide
© 2016
Proof
It requires needles, test tubes and blood
She was barely bulging with four months of me when she left
© 2013
Shadow people
We’ve all seen them in the shadows
We are survivors after they broke up our families to break our spirit and take our land
We were little children abducted to boarding school and to white families who adopted us.
We wait to be repatriated
My entire childhood I had plenty of food. This is not true for all humans, I know. Look at the
news across the world, like in Gaza. When it comes to writing about adoption or world events, I
know I’m doing something right if I am afraid.
I spent most of my life afraid of upsetting people, avoiding that. Some might say that is low self-
esteem but I think being afraid, fear itself, is a call to action. If you are afraid, then you know
you are doing something right. You are challenging yourself and breaking down your thoughts
into something you can fix or not.
I could not change what happened in my childhood but I could change how I looked at being
adopted. I could drop judgment. I could stop blaming my adoptive parents and my natural
parents. I could turn “being adopted” into something good—or try to make my life and other
lives better.
I heard Noam Chomsky on Democracy Now describe how the occupiers of Palestine are using
food insecurity to keep Palestine children alive but not enough to thrive! Too little food and
starvation can be used as a weapon of war—with long-term consequences. Brains and bodies
are affected long-term.
That is exactly what has happened here on American soil. YES! The American government only
feeds American Indians junk with commodities (boxed or canned food and very little
vegetables). The diabetes epidemic is living proof it’s working. Plus there are not enough jobs
to feed ourselves. That way we Indians will be too weak to protest reservation living conditions.
That way we’ll stay depressed or immobile. That way we’ll self-medicate with alcohol or drugs.
That way many of our men will be imprisoned. That way we won’t be in the way when the
government and industry wants to take more resources like copper, coal, uranium and shale
gas. Reservations were purposefully isolated so American (and Canadian) governments could
totally control what we received—especially food, blankets, housing, medical care, etc.
Governments still keep Indians poor. The occupiers claimed they wanted Indians to be farmers,
settle in one place, but not exactly on “farm-able land.” Think of the Badlands, a dry arid
remote place, not exactly farmland.
Most of us Lost Birds who were adopted out didn’t have food insecurity or starvation growing
up. It was not something we had to worry about. SplitFeathers/Adoptees need to realize the
WAR is still being waged on Indians in many subtle ways. And if we use our minds in a good
way, and come together, maybe WE can tackle food insecurity on reservations that still exists!
Maybe just maybe being adopted out was destined to give us the mind and ideas and courage
necessary to feed our tribal families who have been occupied and starved into submission.
RedMan through the eyes of Many
Don't waste words.
no description or color.
Laughs always
© 1992
Alchemy
We must be quiet enough
They can…
They can…
Because I can
Like a prayer:
Now I know.
I have many ancestors from Rose, New York. I never knew about this place or these direct
relatives. The ANGLE family (on my Thrall side, my mother’s side) are some of Rose's first
settlers. I was working with a genealogist Karen on discovering my mother's family tree.
The town was first settled around 1805. The Town of Rose was created in 1826 from the Town
of Wolcott. About 1840 a mass delusion took over the local inhabitants, and they came to
believe that a treasure of gold and jewels was buried within the town. In spite of many secret,
nocturnal excavations, nothing was ever found.
A band of worshipers who called themselves "The Neversweats" sprang into existence in the
Jeffers settlement a number of years ago. "They met in the Spink school house and talked in
unknown tongues." They made several conversions and evoked considerable interest, but
discarded all organization, creed, or ceremony. Without these they soon dropped away as
quietly as they had come into notice.
It's becoming apparent I descend from some pretty amazing (or maybe scary) people...
Life is what shapes our thoughts. The Old Ones visit you in dreams to guide you.
THE KISS
We met at a birthday party of a Pequot tribal member in October 1999. He claims I interrogated
him. I recall I asked him where he was from...thus begins our love story. We dated five years - he
lived in Massachusetts and I was in Connecticut. Herb proposed three times, he tells everyone
this. We finally married on September 24, 2004.
I leave you with this: all my relations
Edgar Villanueva is Chair of the Board of Native Americans in Philanthropy and an enrolled
member of the Lumbee Tribe of North Carolina:
All my relations—Mitakuye oyasin, as the Lakota say, meaning: we are all related,
connected, not only to each other humans, but to all the other living things and
inanimate things and the planet, and also the Creator.
The principle of All My Relations means that everyone is at home here. Everyone has a
responsibility in making things right. Everyone has a role in the process of healing,
regardless of whether they caused or received more harm.
In addition to her own chapbooks of poetry, Sleeps With Knives and Becoming (both titles
retired), Trace has also contributed to a number of publications: “What I Know” in Spirit in the
Woods; “The Silence is So Loud” in Invoking the Muse; “Your God Doesn’t Forget” displayed in
the Memphis Brooks Museum of Art in Tennessee in 2006; “Your God Doesn’t Forget,” “People
Waking Up,” and “Heart-shaped Ass, beauty in pounds” in Yellow Medicine Review; “Jump” in
Rabbit and Rose; “Earth’s Funeral,” “Swallow Manifesto” and “Heart-shaped Ass” in I Was Indian
Vol. 2.; and “Swimmer” in 30 Poems in November.
Ghost Shell placed second in national poetry contest in July of 2010. Written in May and
submitted on June 23, 2010 to the Goodreads “Poetry” Contest, the poem took second place
among 6 finalists on July 2. Goodreads and the “Poetry” judges Wendy Babiak, Andrew Haley,
and Ruth Bavetta selected six poems as finalists and the July winner was determined by online
votes. Their newsletter is distributed monthly to more than 2.5 million people.
Her poem “Swallow Manifesto” was published in Tending the Fire: Native Voices and Portraits,
by Chris Felver, in 2017.
She has contributed writing to Last Real Indians and Dissident Voice.
Trace launched the publishing collective Blue Hand Books launched in 2011, to pay it forward,
and assist other Native authors to publish their works. [www.bluehandbooks.org].
She is a multi-genre author, poet, journalist and activist. Her work is heavily focused on Native
Americans and Native American adoption issues. [www.blog.tracehentz.com]
[https://laratracehentz.wordpress.com]
Trace (formerly DeMeyer) lives at the foot of the Berkshire Mountains in Greenfield
Massachusetts with her fisherman/bowler husband, a retired college administrator, Herb Hentz.
My thanks
Thanks to the Village that raised me
And for all the people who love all the world
I live in two worlds. One is a world of people and one is the world of books.
My deepest thanks to MariJo, KC, Kim, Anecia, John, Jessica and Cathy Bilyeu, and everyone who
read an early draft of Mental Midgets and Musqonocihte.
Herb, you are so so so deep, so beautiful, and you make me so happy. Your “scurrilous” wife
loves you to the moon and back.
Other Books:
Stolen Generations
Unraveling the Spreading Cloth of Time: Indigenous Thoughts concerning the Universe
(with MariJo Moore)