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At our backs

Oh sun, be at our backs now, make steam of our dread and our misgivings. Make agency of our sensitivity, strength of our diversity, light of our transformation, nourishment of our demise.
The jaws I need

The jaws I need

Like an empanada, perhaps, I can fold away what is in me, protect it from being washed away. A bit of fruit, a morsel of compote, a golden kernel of tolerance. In some ways, I would want to belong to this lot, or that — but it feels that being askew to all may just...
Strange cafe

Strange cafe

What occurred to consume our connection, what pitted us one against another? How do we feel the soaring architecture that children feel, and sustain what is supple there? Perhaps if we each made it our work to be kinder to people we don’t know in this strange cafe,...