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Somewhere in Maine a boy waits for my phone call. I can’t call because I can’t move.
In the other world, I’m told, I was born / meant /
in the body of a rabbit •. . .
the men have brought escape they train us to plant seeds in the darkest / parts of the forest . . .
On the heightened contradiction of royal figureheads in the Brexit era
Ecologist Garrett Hardin's enduring gift to the nativist right
Evangelicals now ask themselves, “What would Donald Do?”