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Looked up and saw on a telephone wire the most unbelievably beautiful black crow in East Oakland’s history.
we are not scaling we are hunters in this drape called body we have / hardened our old selves pricked peeled consumed . . .
I suppose the first thing you’re going to want to know, if you really want to hear about it, is how I got kicked out of school. . .
At GM, a wave of labor actions spills over into the manufacturing sector.
Anne Boyer’s outward-looking cancer memoir wrests disease away from the realm of the individual.
America’s resurgent left charts its own visual course