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A Potion for Sadness
A nurse stood at the door—scrubs, clipboard, the whole nine yards. “We’re ready for you,” she said. I followed her down a hall and behind a curtain, where I changed into the robe, laid back in the wheelie-bed, and sexted…
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Low Tide, County Line
I’m here to return a car I never rented. The clerk doesn’t ask questions his face already shaped by other people’s lies.
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What Is Freedom: Sarah Schulman
Freedom is the opportunity for each person to have what they need to move towards who they want to be. This means recognition, access, support, communication, and a reconfiguration of hierarchies so that what we strive for advances others as…
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senescence
to measure the dark, to measure the lemon,the frost, crackthe swivel in the cart at rest, in the darkmarooned leaves mulch beneath snowso no now owna wood slab divorced from a treedisplays bare insidesforthright as an organwith no coveringbald without…
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“What African Feminism Makes Possible”: A Conversation with Minna Salami
“The point of books like mine and the wider canon is to help people take action. Action comes after one has had the idea powerfully illuminate a situation that is no longer sustainable. My book speaks to the deep psyche…
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Nicolas In Reverse
Someone once told him that that was what salt did: made things taste more like themselves. That was the world right now: more itself than it had been ever before.
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“This is What I Survived:” A Conversation with Reyna Grande
I think part of the work of going to the border to do that project was not only to bear witness to what was going on there, but also to revisit a place that I myself crossed as a child.…
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Three Poems
I am learning that one major function of a child’s life is forward movement. How lucky, to get to ride the coattails of unhindered propulsion.
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What Is Freedom: Shirley Manson
Freedom. What a concept. “Free to be.” Free of pain and most importantly, other people’s intolerance, their hatred and their violence. As Nina Simone once so famously said: “Freedom is living without fear.” I cannot better such a description. That’s…
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Her Bitterness: A Woman’s Choice
For years, she only talked about how lucky we were to pull through as a family. It was luck for my father and me, I think, to be the survivors of 0.01 percent. But what was it for her, when…
