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Thu, 02.08.2018

OLLIE by Clementine Pigford

They say you were a farmer, I never heard your voice, I heard you were the oldest child, Did you ever have a choice? Did you ever have a choice to say, “I want to be a girl?” Did you ever have a choice to say, “I want to see the world?” You lost a […]

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The windows of America are faceless, incestuous screens pumiced in pure glass, triangular, innocent, wired white hoods cropped in green glass. Comatose and armed explorers brought salt water from the... PRAYER: MT. HOOD AND ENVIRONS by Michael S. Harper.
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