Adrian C. Louis

A half-breed Indian, Adrian C. Louis was born in Nevada and is an enrolled member of the Lovelock Paiute Tribe. From 1984-97, Louis taught at Oglala Lakota College on the Pine Ridge Reservation. Earlier, he edited four Native newspapers, including The Lakota Times. Louis recently retired as Professor of English at the Minnesota State University in Marshall. He has written fourteen books of poems and two works of fiction: Wild Indians & Other Creatures, short stories, and Skins, a novel. Skins was produced as a feature film in 2002. Louis has won various writing awards, including Pushcart Prizes and writing fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Bush Foundation, and the Lila Wallace Foundation. His most recent collection of poems is Random Exorcisms (Pleiades Press, 2016). Website:

Books by Adrian C. Louis for the Backwaters Press

Electric Snakes

Author: Adrian C. Louis
Format: Paperback, 100 pages
ISBN: 978-1935218913
Published: March 2018

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In Electric Snakes, Adrian C. Louis’s thirteenth poetry collectionno one is spared his critical eye, including himself. These powerful and often humorous poems cover myriad subjects: Trump, music, zombies, Jimmy John’s, childhood, caller ID, venetian blinds, magpies, love, and Mom. —From the Editor

Critical Praise for Electric Snakes

Louis’s rough roads travel from Little Big Horn to Standing Rock, pass bomb trains while: “I’m awakened by American greed / speeding through prairie night” In “Snow Flake, Minnesota” we all want to live long enough to ask: “What to do, what to do with my ancient body? A soot-black locomotive is roaring through my brain.” —Heid Erdrich, Editor of New Poets of Native Nations, an anthology of poetry by extraordinary Native writers

Adrian Louis’s observations are keen in this world gone wrong. Yet, urgent moments of beauty emerge through the fog of stacked years and memories. You will want to hang out with Louis’s perceptive poems. They will become old friends to hunker down with on long winter nights, when it’s too cold to do anything but sing along, when even out of tune will do.

—Joy Harjo, Mvskoke poet and musician