The second collection of poems by Tanaya Winder. "Ruthless with truth and sonic boomed with radiance, Tanaya Winder is sweet soul medicine." —Richard Van Camp, author of The Lesser Blessed and The Moon of Letting Go "In 'Why Storms are named after People but Bullets remain nameless,' we find Tanaya Winder in the thick of a beautiful burn, where 'pain demands to be felt,' where joy or maybe something more decolonial than it bubbles up from the black hole of the past. Winder aims a sociological eye at the gun, the bullet, and the throttle so that we might together constellate differently. 'like any good indian woman' is one of my favourite poems to date!” –Billy-Ray Belcourt, author of This Wound Is a World "Gripping and radiantly moving testament of rezilience, healing, and defiancé." –Marcus Red Shirt, Poet, Educator, Youth Advocate, and Spoken Word Artist "'Why Storms are Named After People...' is a book for dreamers and survivors. Every verse of Winder's brings us out of the past and into the possibility and hope of the future.” –Skyler Reed, Editor, Moved By Words