Alphabetically arranged for your convenience after the cut. So no, I haven’t written a song on all conceivable topics, but I certainly have given it a fucking whirl, in the immortal words of Doc on Deadwood.
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!