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Touring Trump’s America on Colson Whitehead’s Underground Railroad

Colson Whitehead’s The Underground Railroad won the National Book Award on Wednesday night. In his acceptance speech he told us, “We’re happy in here; outside is the blasted hellhole wasteland…

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This Week in Indie Bookstores

Bookstore sales continue to grow. In the wake of the presidential election, bookstores are becoming more than just shops and are serving their communities as impromptu community centers. More independent…

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The Old Fetal Narrative

Maybe it has something to do with the watery world that a fetus inhabits—our words taking on the summersaulting quality of an internal water ballet.

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A Letter to My Male Friends Who May Not Know That They Are Women

Dearest loves, As you are, I am stricken. I am devastated. I am unmade. We have all felt a terrible blow. And yet, of course, we all feel it differently,…

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The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse #10: Art Lives!

Sunday: I work through the voting guide, propositions, and candidates, making my decisions. My partner, Argyle C, Klopnick (ACK!), is sure, now, that Hillary’s victory is certain. I ‘m not…

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This Week in Short Fiction

Following last week’s election results, the writing world has been full of voices reminding us of the power of words to protest, to heighten awareness, and to effect change. Whether through…

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Where We Go from Here

Warrior up! Begin with small actions, like donating or volunteering, if you're able.

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Ave Atque Vale (Hail and Farewell)

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The Night Wash Jones Won

Eighty years ago, Wash Jones appeared as a minor character in William Faulkner’s masterpiece on American identity and self-invention, Absalom, Absalom! From a craft perspective Jones was put in for…

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Reimagining America

I’m a performer, and in hard times, this job gets harder. I make music when the nation mourns, and my music can sound like hope.

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Poetry

Where were you when the world broke?

Not in your echoing womb, to scream at you across your fields to wake up, not part of your denial that Earth is burning, dehydrated, suffocating on itself— I stood…

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Dear President-elect Trump

This evening, after returning home from my job as an English instructor in St. Paul, Minnesota, I locked my keys in my car. I believe the reason for this mistake…

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