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I forgot to say goodbye to the kids.
I knelt into my weeping until my heart
broke me awake.
The truth is money is in war, not poetry.
Rage: Sing, Goddess, of the on top of love
And the president’s chronic angers, his mouth, a burning. . .
Coronavirus and the lifestyles of the professional-managerial class.
Deemed ”essential,” grocery store workers are fighting to be treated as such.
Southern churches and the myth of redemptive Depressions