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As far as I can see it

As far as I can see it

As far as I can see it, there’s nothing wrong with waking up. It should be a group effort, not shriveling itself into factions or teams. Teams will forcibly remain asleep while they grapple with each other or fondle themselves. It shouldn’t be a brand or a...
A mirror to its light

A mirror to its light

What sees the honest sun now through the murk, what sees she I mean they I mean it — with cyclones and downpour and downfall on every circuit, small hope-sparks to offset the clamor, to illuminate? To change, define? To ornament in circles as they, as we, circle...
Salmon, come upriver

Salmon, come upriver

Something has to be understood. We are, all of us, older. Salmon, come upriver. Something must be withstood. Some hands must be thrown skyward. Everyone afraid of the same thing: let us meet it, somehow, with our power. In the ground itself, not in our telling of it,...