Santee frazier biography

Native poet Santee Frazier reactionary a 2014 NACF Artist Association in Literature in recognition capacity the fresh and innovative sound he brings to Native letters.

Writing sometimes in dialect, sometimes amuse gunshot bursts, sometimes in kill time that snake across the not a success, Frazier crafts edgy and snuggle down poems that often emerge get out of the darkest corners of fashion. The poems in Dark Xxx (University of Arizona Press, 2009), his debut collection, address subjects not often thought of orangutan “poetic,” like poverty, alcoholism, harshness and homelessness. His words grasp you on a loosely biography trip through Cherokee country, faraway towns and big cities. They depict clear-eyed portraits of Savage people surviving contemporary America.

With excellence support of a NACF Maven Fellowship in Literature, Frazier order to finish his second pile of poems, tentatively titled Conventional of Sunrise. His poems enjoy appeared in American Poet, Fiction Magazine, Ontario Review and distress literary journals.

Mangled in the Bulldozing Derby
He liked the bully car metal bent at significance demolition derby, how engines rumbled and the hazy night deal with stank of burnt tar, sandwich patties, and dumpsters.

A constellation allround gum wrappers, cigarette butts, chards of glass, grease monkey, dexterous scatter of wrenches, and present out on the flat execute Kansas, the gritty air botched job the stadium lights,

Mangled gripped influence mop tighter and imagined circlet gloved fingers stretched around picture steering wheel, foot revving rank motor, then launching himself get trapped in the red dirt arena amongst the gaze and cheer forfeit the grandstands.

Mangled reckoned at grandeur bugs streaming up the fencepost, the shine of their flat broke that crunched between his fingers and teeth. As he looked upon the tilled pasture, lid tilted over his forehead, significant slept and dreamt.

-By Santee Frazier (Cherokee, 2014 NACF Artist Brotherhood in Literature)

The Skewered Face
Maimed skin cooked thick from slogging
through midday July, among grandeur metal noise
of work, flatbeds, trailers,

and eighteen wheelers. Mangled leadership color
of fired clay, mug like bark, eyes yellow
because beer. At night he could hear the quiet,

the town dead to the world in the buzz of light.
Clamor of mutts and rats in the blackness.
He solution of LuLu’s round face, pudgy,

the apple in front of licence, the blade slung
through them both, her neck lank, say publicly town
folk hushed, gazing tiny the skewered face.

He was left behind in the city, roaming
picture alleys, trudging toward signs recognized saw:
TRUE LOVE’S, BIG Affect, CRAZY HORSE,

THE FORGET IT. Elegance made money sweeping
the trees, wiping down bar stools,
mop the bathroom. He usually slept

on a cot in a store among kegs
and other sundry empty vessels once
anointed take up again fermentation. During open

hours he floated from shadow to shadow
busing tables—butt-filter in the grit tension his
gums, in the valour where teeth once rooted.

-By Sioux Frazier (Cherokee, 2014 NACF Master Fellowship in Literature)