This so gnawed at him on some nights that he lay awake wondering just how many unknown and similarly inconsequential accidents and bits of happenstance were at this moment occurring or failing to occur in order to ensure he took his next breath, and the next.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.

Money helps, though not so much as you think when you don't have it.

There is a legacy of violence against native women that has gotten worse and worse over time.

Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.