"Sometimes, when your windows are open, I hear you singing."
I think about other Native people who may read that piece and can, through the piece, feel a connection to those lands...feel that they are there.
I decided early on that I was going to write my stories...in my own voice, my own words, with my own sense of humor and my own actual grammar and peculiarities of speech… everything exactly the way I would tell it.
If there is one thing that Old School excels in, it is the raw depiction of the protagonist’s contrived self-presentation.
When we “keep faith” in the face of catastrophe, we discover new strength within ourselves to keep going.
On the drive to the crematorium, I think I make peace with your death.
It is Earth’s final snowfall / and everyone is here.
This is probably why I want him to impregnate me, so my kid won’t have to suffer, and, in turn, I won’t have to suffer.
Dripping in the color, she was sci-fi sanctified, alien and clean.
After our first week, I begin to lose things during the walks along the creek.