Short Stories

By Adrian Roman    As the lights are turned down, Gary and Don make their way onstage for the last set of the night. They start with a rousing Elvis groove, Hail Elvis, it morphs into “That’s Alright Momma”. They churn out seven more songs climaxing with “Burning Love”. The crowd goes crazy. As the …

By Adrian Roman   My name is Chieftain and I’m a 9-year-old Choctaw Indian and the oldest of ten siblings. My 2nd grade teacher gave me the name and I though I was special. Little did I know the same racist name was given to thousands of Indian boys in the 40’s and 50’s? We …

By  Adrian Roman It was the summer of 1948 in Nevada and the thermometer was just north of 100 degrees. Oklahoma was hot, but not like this, thought six-year-old John Wilkerson. His father had driven the family from Indian Country to get work at the Hawthorne Navel Ammunition Depot. John asked his mother, “Why do …