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“I was having coffee with my subconscious. He was a peculiar looking man. Small, with a waxed mustache and crossed legs.
In the impossible, we bring home to roost
a discordant feeling—widow buttons in all black
still with our funeral rings.
The push to reopen the schools pulls parents in all directions.
American evangelicals profess to follow Jesus but emulate John Wayne.
On the ignominious return of the federal death penalty.