We Encounter Each Other So Rarely

Rosebud Ben-Oni
June 19, 2016
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My ankles brush the sage and scrub, and I can no longer recall my mother’s hands, and soon my name too, is lost among the humming- birds, among the blur of their beating wings, among their ruby and purple throats…

Now Fill the World with Pride

Laura Maylene Walter
June 14, 2016
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On the night of Saturday, June 11, I went to bed and proceeded to have a lengthy, vivid stress dream in which I was involved in a mass shooting. As is common for many of my dreams, whether good or…

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