September 1779
Kanadasga (Geneva, New York)
Seneca Lake’s basin shifts, spewing Tekakwitha’s roaring rage from its liquid mouth. She wakes from her watery grave to relive a death she’d died one warm September morn when Sullivan’s Expedition torched and destroyed everything her family owned and loved. Thunderous hooves sound with her waking, repeating past injustices against an unsuspecting sleeping village.
Seneca Lake’s basin shifts, spewing Tekakwitha’s roaring rage from its liquid mouth. She wakes from her watery grave to relive a death she’d died one warm September morn when Sullivan’s Expedition torched and destroyed everything her family owned and loved. Thunderous hooves sound with her waking, repeating past injustices against an unsuspecting sleeping village.Inside Teka’s smoke-
