Mourning
“I know how the coyote in the story feels,” I say with my voice cracking under the truth of it.
I remember things from long ago
“I know how the coyote in the story feels,” I say with my voice cracking under the truth of it.
“Sometimes if feels like you are the only one pulling the canoe and the other half of it is doing
I said that I would write about my own decolonization process too, but my humour minimizes and sh*t gets real.