Odyssey

We are in transit, forever walking between courtesies, forever skirting the edges of our discomfort. You stop to take a breath, to tie your shoe. I urge you on. Look, I say. Home is over the next ridge. No, you say. Home is in our hands.


This microstory borrows a line from the poem she knows sacrifice so well by Australian Indigenous poet Dakota Feirer.

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