A Daily Self-indulgent Postcolonial/Feminist/Poetry-in-Progress/Culture Blog
My poor baby Scoutie.
(And poor At too--the DSA candidate he'd campaigned for lost by just 190 votes.)
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all my winged things: birds, words always seem to happen only in momentous mystery their maps ghostly with emptiness layered on unknown and ...
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