
A Truku writer on his relationship with his tribe’s traditional craft
A Truku writer on his relationship with his tribe’s traditional craft
Did she even graduate? Kevin will ask me later, when it’s just us, slumped on our flight back home.
In my right hand, a monsoon to rain the year away / In my left, a poem to wash yourself clean.
A Truku writer on his relationship with his tribe’s traditional craft
In my right hand, a monsoon to rain the year away / In my left, a poem to wash yourself clean.
Did she even graduate? Kevin will ask me later, when it’s just us, slumped on our flight back home.