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Yá’át’ééh, Shí éí Amber yinishyé. Kinłichii’nii nishłi Naakai Dine’é bashishchiin. Ashiihí dashicheii. Ta’neeszahnii dashinali. Ákót’éego diné asdzáán nishłį́. Ahéhee.’

Amber is a Dinè poet, zinester and feminist. Originally from Northern Arizona (Dinè bikeyah). She writes in celebration of land, love and living. She is currently an MFA candidate in the creative writing program at Mills College.

Her work has appeared in Yellow Medicine Review, Bluestockings Magazine, Cloudthroat magazine, 580 split, Warship Zine and the Introduction to Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies: Interdisciplinary and Intersectional Approaches 1st Edition.

Her first Chapbook, Electric Deserts is forthcoming from Tolsun Books, May 2020.


Massage my eyes, PLEASE! After ways I am tired by Fatima Asghar

How many times has someone uprooted my radicle?
Before meeting me?

My lover bleeds out asdzaa with a digging stick
To my spine, slices the kernels off
They fall on asphalt so hot
It can cook an egg
Or pop a corn

All my life I tried to forget who I am
And live like a bright clean canvas
Unstoried but well kept

I’ve sat in Chiang Mai train stations
And wait for love
in Nepali cafe’s
Tucked in thamel corners
From white men
Just as confused as I

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I started a go fund me to help pay for my MFA college tuition

Hi Everyone,

Recently I was rejected for a scholarship that I was hoping would cover the last 3 credits (each credit in my grad program is $1,000) of my graduate school requirements for this upcoming academic year.

In addition to a tribal scholarship and a fellowship that helps fund my tuition, I will be possibly working two part time jobs this fall on campus to cover living costs. I can’t think of any other outside funding besides 1. The pocket change I get from selling zines or 2. Selling my car which I need to drive around the bay, and to and from Arizona.

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Self portrait as a Saguaro

Sometimes I feel like you
A flowering hosh, has:an, saguaro
Breathing in the rocky sand

A bright, boiling star eyes my waxy, sprinkled skin
I look at you and I can feel the prickled
Toothpicks stand on my skin
Just like when I see the hosh of my eye

I feel like you before the monsoons
Restless in the heat
Ready for the rain
& the new year

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