Sand Becoming Glass
You can call a soldier a hero or a murderer. You can call them a warrior or a monster. You can call them savior or Satan. You could call them Brother. Maybe even mother.
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: Woman at Standing Rock
I think back and then here, where I can only think of beasts with stains: oil and blood. They have become as familiar as an oil-stained cloth in a garage, or the things we ignore, just there in the light.
Oh, Say Can You See
Luke Mogelson delivers some short fiction at the New Yorker, about a National Guardsman down on his luck.