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Justice & Equalityexpand_moreTheir breath rose in small clouds. Their flag rippled above them.
Over the air conditioner, she hears, unmistakable, the bleating of a siren.
His eyes rested on the trees. By George, it’s like the garden of Eden.
“There’s life after birth! That’s what jails and lethal injections are for!”
The success is deserved, I think: certainly it was not lightly gained.
Ink to paper, she is inventory, has a price tag. A piece to catalog.
Late March 2002. “Mud time”—so called in Mad River Junction, Ohio.
through the trees, breathless, the grouse leads us steady as a rope.
Susan Ann so wants to be that girl—daring, free, divinely sensual.
I looked into their eyes and loved them, and wished to God I was dead.
Some days are stretched so taut it feels like changing might break us. We feed the baby bitter melon, flower pepper, bloodroot beet. The first snow comes in January, fresh gauze over an old wound.
Firing stopped, and Bedouins herded camels across the artillery range.
We called for the dead dog because toddlers do not understand death.
Teams spend days surveying the damage and label me a mess.
He knew deep down that only her ridiculous optimism kept them going.
On June 23rd, activists set up camp at New York City Hall.
The longing to know hovered like a star above this child-woman.
our hands are full of those women tricked or transformed.
An awkward, unscientific lie is often as ineffectual as the truth.
He could see I was American, but I thought he was unlikely to harm me.
Sometimes one does wade into it or is ambushed as by a incensed fog.
It began last spring / Flowers blooming like crazy / No balm to our fear
It could be our baby. Her eyebrow, its perfect arc, the pale blue vein.
The only stories we tell ourselves are the ones we need to survive.
You can tell by the walls whoever lives here doesn’t want to be seen.
Doctor, he devoted. When she poorly, he bring her mint tea in bed.
I have so many questions for you, for you are closer to me than anyone.
Then I graduate to a four-digit mortgage inside an ornate gate.
money gotten by blood tends to stay in the blood, which has no race.
I reviewed the rules for myself, among them: stay in the moment.
