Bead WorkersBY LAURA DA’ Needles in skilled hands pulled through cloth or skin move of their own gilded volition. Taaniwe laakwa? In Shawnee, you ask where in time as opposed to when and it helps me consider folds of territory tilled by memory and capacity where the ones I tender bloom quietly and eternally. A strain of heirloom corn roughly translates to the word sustainer—worlds that germinate inside such a word; wild horses, lilting shadows, glimpsed in the elbows of the hills like opaque ...