Redoubted

R. VINCENT MONIZ, JR., NuuÉtaare tribal member and enrolled citizen of the Three Affiliated Tribes on the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation, is 2013 Beyond the Pure Fellow, 2014 Verve Fellow, 2015 Loft Literary Center Spoken Word Immersion Fellow, Minnesota Emerging Writers’ Grantee, 2016 Minnesota State Arts Board Artist Initiative Grantee, and current and reigning Individual World Poetry Slam Indigenous Slam Champion.

• Contents Acknowledgments 12:12:12 12/12/12 It All Just Fades Away Bison Heart While Boss Wabooz Sits and Thinks On the Cusp of Change, Dream Just Hard In The Last Village’s Gym The First Rule Seceded Urban Lands Benson Formation Who Is Coyote? 2477-365 Wished for a Year of It The Wind of This Way Heard Your Buffalo on The Ave. Chubby Shoulders Hurt Back When Frank Yellow Jumped Out of History to Hand Me an American Spirit Created by Triumph and Tragedy Word Medicine When Fire Replaced Their Eyes Upper Seward Flight in a Pawn Shop SKINS! IN! SPACE! Spins a First Snow Story If I Was a Chairman Sidewalk Indian Holiday Greeting A History Nicknamed Cockroach Braided and Unbranded Cosmic Eventide of Graceful Movement Sing Loud Headed Out All Systems Nominal House and a Horse High Plains Drifter Pugilism Seekers When I Danced a Manifold Destiny from Boss Wabooz My Stereotype Came to Me in a Dream We Dance in Our Sleep Duluth/Superior Summer Solstice and Aboriginal Day Crossroads How to Travel Home Oceans of Time My Girlfriend Thinks She’s Han Solo Bannock Erotic She of Implausible Trio Something-est Video of Chicken Dance-Off Keeps Me Connected to Home In the Shire of My Mind I Am Away For My Valentine, on Our 8th Year Wiped Out Ride North on a Horse I Slicked Passed a Dim Electric Circus 5 Things I Learned in My First Poetry Mentorship Meeting In the Amber Light of My Afternoon Imagination Back Beyond the Dark Blues of Reflective Singularity Time Travel Greatest Contest Pow-Wow in the Whirl Head Cold Reaction Dream The Only Permanence I’ll Ever Need The Sweet Science of Habitat Terraforming the Final Frontier From the Upper Pilothouse The Bear Nails Are Coming in Different Get Back Home Lost, She Moved Indian Jesus The Old Age Home of Stereotypes An Unedited Round Dance Song Named “Chubby Brown Man’s Choice in the Pow Wow of My Heart” Man of Wood’s Lodge New Migration Ritual The Power of White Fast Horse Celebration of Stillness in the Shark’s Heart Been Thinking about It Forever Pollen Takers’ Return Dancing and Singing Moon to Bed and Sun to Birth BiG Word Mom Lets Me Tag Along Lamb Hearts 60 Seconds That Never Was Star Chart Fata Morgana The Sacred Convergence [Day in Sun] Atewaye Ki (My Father) Lerleane Two Extra Arms and Legs Savage Something Unfadeable, So Please Don’t Try to Fade This One Last Neon Buffalo Jump Greatest Indian Woman in the World Convention A Poem for Mr. J Cease Death of Steel and Stone These Lights Flicker and Fall Redoubted Small Circles [Hollow Bones] Out to Adventure and Find the Me I’ve Hidden Away from Everyone On a Lake Named Warm Precious Hands They Leap out into Irradiated Brilliance 1919 Visiting Hours Earth-Hued Memory of Rest Lost in Song Because Every Day I Miss You, Madly Learning to Call Myself Home In an Old and Good Way On a Bridge No One Walks on for Help Rise Against Ebb and Flow Still I Rise

“ ‘A poem is wanting what no one will give you.’ Moniz is a poet who knows that those of us who are imperfect and forgotten and leaking are the ones who need poems the most. Here is a wizard of shifting alignment, an astronaut moonwalking on Franklin Avenue, a bruised storyteller who glued his own hands back together to tell you the secrets that live under highway bridges.”—BAO PHI, author of Thousand Star Hotel