
Sweetgrass smoke curls low
under the cold listening moon
embers breathe alive.
About the Creator
E.S.Flint
I’m an Indigenous storyteller using poetry and short fiction to explore identity, love, loss and all the spaces we return to.
What I can't say, I write. Because feeling it all is the point.
Follow me on IG: es.flint



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