How can you tell me the sky’s the limit/ when there are footprints on the moon / there is a lamp, none of us can dim it / I look up at it and whisper “soon”. Two years ago I wrote the tune on Wreck Beach and last night Cindy inspired me to borrow Paul Brandt’s words and finish it.
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!