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Some days I get up to run but then just sit in spandex and write poems.
James Schuyler thought to call his book The Crystal Lithium
when he was my age without knowing he was going to. . .
Every night I dream of fathers, their bodies ferried away
into the far corner between sleep and waking.
How universities get rich by stiffing their neighbors
The knives are out for the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau
An interview with novelist Jarett Kobek