The Unfavourable Indian
Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can
Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can
Dear River, Your journey Fractured, wasted, and weary Has become a necessary part of my own If I return a
Reflection on the International Day to End Violence Against Women November 27, 2013 Me with women at a community meeting