TRAVELING WITH THE UNDERGROUND PEOPLE

“Vivian Faith Prescott has assembled an insightful, multi layered and sometimes emotional chapbook that chronicles a Sami North American journey. I am struck by the depth of knowledge she writes from, as well as the diversity of presentation. A great read….recommended.”

— Nathan Muus, Musician, Co-Editor Baiki: The International Sami Journal

SHORT STORIES: THE DEAD GO TO SEATTLE, BOREAL BOOKS

“An enthralling, engaging, mind-bending, time-bending story collection that tells the old new and the new old and pulls everything apart and brings everything back together again . . . You will not find your cruise ship tour stop here; this is the way Alaska is passed down from generation to generation: unexpected, brave, lovely, unsettling. As one character says, “You might even get stuck here in our stories.” Indeed. Start reading The Dead Go to Seattle and I promise: you will get stuck in these stories until you’ve turned the last page. Vivian Faith Prescott has given us an important, essential work that should be required reading for all thoughtful, imaginative people.”―Garth Stein, New York Times bestselling author of The Art of Racing in the Rain, A Sudden Light, and How Evan Broke His Head and Other Secrets

Click to read SLICK, digital poetry chapbook, White Knuckle Press. Free to read online!



OUR TENTS ARE SMALL VOLCANOES

Our Tents Are Small Volcanoes, by Vivian Faith Prescott, won the Editor’s Choice award of our 2015-2016 chapbook contest. Poet Anne Caston said of this chapbook, “Time is old water, and the wind is still listening. . . though the silences continue to deepen. 

SLUDGE

Sludge, a poetry collection by Vivian Faith Prescott, chronicles the impact of the Trans Alaska Pipeline and "big oil" on her multicultural family and a small Alaskan community in the 1970s. It also speaks to contemporary struggles with poverty and a dependence upon oil.

 THE HIDE OF MY TONGUE (Poetry)

Vivian Faith Prescott writes poems that explore the boundaries of a marginalized people whose language has survived centuries of genocidal intentions and now hangs on by delicate tendrils. She is faithful to the beauty of an ancient language that is rooted in place, and her poetry is a welcome and violent resistance to linguistic and cultural death.
—X’unei, Lance A. Twitchell, M.F.A., author of Tlingit Language Dictionary