The Arithmetic of Common Ground
A short story about the remarkable unlikelihood that anyone finds a mate
Fiction
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Split Tooth
We pile our hair as high as it will go, even though the wind destroys our hairdos to the point that every time we come in from outside, the girls’ bathroom is a haze of Final Net
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Upholstery
Mrs. Naimer would swim the whole way across the lake and back, a feat everyone on the beach ignored on purpose
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The Second Coming of the Plants
Hear the piercing chorus of the cacti, the beat boxing of the giant redwoods. This is our lullaby for you, sprouts, and only you
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Tax Niʔ Pik̓ak (A Long Time Ago)
Ka titi had been alive longer than most of the people on the reserve. She remembered when David Thompson arrived in Ktunaxa ʔamak̓is
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