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This land I watch over / is a place with old stories / and plant medicine. / It is earth a mountain lion walks . . .
cord in the tunnel
from mind to the. . .
My mother wrestles with the stakes
and I with her, with the tomato vines
caught in our decades-old wires.
Two Palestinian novels confront the ghosts of the Nakba.
There’s nothing novel about Netflix’s culture of fear.
The pandemic further endangers indie music journalism.