“And the nation calls for its soul, / calls for its blood and belly, / and we, we number the five / fingers of our fists and try / anything to stay alive / without poems.” – Philip Levine, “My Poets.”
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“Every fear hides a wish.” ― David Mamet, Edmond Photo copyright David Thompson
“Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity;…
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