Every morning for days now, there’s been a coating of ice on everything. The sunrises have put me in mind of Dunnett, “A glory to bludgeon the senses”. Continue reading More frost, hoar frost
Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!