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Three Poems
when my brother died, debt collectors got 2gethr& organized nightly firepits in my yard- the citibank ppl &the barclays & chase ppl passed out marshmallows &sticks w/whittled tips.
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The Deceit of Ceasing Fire
As with all past ceasefires, Israel has reverted to the slow, systematic strangulation of the Gaza Strip, and mired any talk of aid and reconstruction in endless bureaucracy.
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Television Is the Subconscious of the Universe: A Conversation with Jane Schoenbrun
I’m suspicious of something that is metastasizing in our society and in our culture, this addiction to screens and to narrative. It’s a way of being trapped in an increasingly unstable and nonsensical neoliberal reality. That tension is at the…
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Empathy in Memoir & Chef Knife as Extension of Self: A Conversation with Melissa King
For so long, my family and everyone around me told me not to cook, or to try to be straight, suggesting maybe it was all a phase. I felt constantly silenced for who I was and so, ultimately, I fought…
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Four Poems
After you hear horses scream, girlhood is never quite the same and hoof prints in dirt will always make you think of the smell of blood and dreams breaking away.
