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Homecoming
The lifespan of a Père David’s deer is roughly eighteen years. You often think you only lived until eighteen. Then you died in a way no one else recognizes. You’re a walking corpse, shipped home and paraded around, bearing the…
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Fall In Love Mid-Sentence
I have never fallen in love at first sight. I fall in love mid-sentence, in the hush that follows a difficult question, in the small electric pause before someone changes their mind aloud. Some people remember faces. I remember arguments,…
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Entre Reflejos y Cicatrices
en aquellas aguas del caribe que cantan de ti y de mi que nos pide regresemos a ese nuestro destino
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The Veiled Passion of Stephen Malkmus
His heart is not on display: It’s hidden below all these clever turns of phrase. Like a reverse Springsteen, holding the heart so gently under the sleeve you might barely see the outline of its beating center.
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Against Definivity in Writing Self & Nature: A Conversation with Makenna Goodman
“People are storytellers; we are editors; and nature is its own story. Telling the stories of nature is important. And I love when people do it. And I try to do it, but I also try to complicate it. I…
