Anthroposphere

Nov 7, 2024 | anthroposphere.co.uk | Zoe Brown |Zoé Brown

I used to drown myselfin a sea of articles with titlesthat read “Vanishing Islands Gone by 2050”. It became easy to imaginemy archipelago’s fateas a washed-out graveyardswallowing up the un-fled,Aquamarine gem smudged off the world’s frowning facewith a quick, careless swipe of Western man’s hand,a narrative so certainand scientific, I nearly forgotthat I was brought upon resilience. As if I did notwatch us rebuildafter each “once-in-a-century”Hurricane Dorian, Matthew, and Irma.

May 9, 2024 | anthroposphere.co.uk | Anpotowin Jensen

On a June day in 2006, my little sister and I were in the backseat of an old Chevy, watching my Ina drive around the Oglala Nation Powwow grounds. Ina means life giver; she is my mother. It was the golden hour of the day, late afternoon, and the sun glistened through the tops of the trees. We were scoping out giant cottonwoods. I was nine, and my sister was six. Our feet still did not reach the floor of the car.