The Usurper of Sacred Space
I love her really I do All this bullshit that I’ve waded through To hold her hand like I
Tag: intergenerational trauma
In My Own Moccasins Now: Indigenous Resilience
I have been holding these words for years now, and these experiences for even longer. I am searching for a
Train Whistle Speaks
The midnight train whistle bellows in the distance. Edward’s hand is placed over his chest and if he lay
Reclaim the Warrior 