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My father called to tell me that my sister was going off the rails at college.
Some days I get up to run but then just sit in spandex and write poems.
From the kitchens where the gas is kept / beloved are the blues shining my shoulder / old potholes . . .
On the trials of Trump and Weinstein.
How Trump misrepresents his worker-friendly bona fides.
Hollywood Anglophilia reached new heights in 2019 and The Two Popes is Exhibit A.