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Hotel California
After listening to the opening riff of Hotel California, he moans in the passenger seat next to me, arghhhh! I suggest he take a chill pill. He groans again, but
The Golem
We’ve had this talk before when I didn’t know who else would listen to me standing at the last bench of Leona Canyon—you know the one—dedicated to the Jalquin people circled by
Art History Class
The wholeness of self-lubricating antibodies inspired by knitting patterns cut and pasted into chromogenic prints looking like a goddess of that for which there is no god where blood of
Yizkor 2016: Kehilla Community Synagogue
Hear Lenore read “Yizkor.” White robes and prayer books automatically flip to the right page, and the cantor, voice of the synagogue, possessed by the spirit of the sanctuary, blesses us
Refugees: for Muriel Rukeyser
A rubber dinghy off the coast of Italy cream cheesed two hundred and fifty Syrian refugees 29 men asphyxiated 19 women. No more treats from the table of the dead. Kamar
Terrible
dumpsters, backpacks, garbage cans in the officiating moment alongside a sidewalk of cement slabs cellphones dangled people running in traffic faster than a subway pressure cooker ticking off minestrone minutes