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jail bars no stars no cars
just jail bars hard time
in the pen no friends cuz
they will do you in hard
time in the pen no friend
that what you get out of
doing hard time hard time
-Carvis Johnson, anthologized by Louis Bourgeois
(abolition/carceral state)
And upon learning the true purpose of the miners, we Chiricahua forced abandonment of the Santa Rita del Cobre copper mine for decades. Ultimately, it was we Chiricahua whom the US Army, acting as agent for mining interests, did their best to kill in the nineteenth century. “But we’re still here,” Vic said and let that stew.
(No Place is Foreign)
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sundry moments now in the
crucibles of memories
memories or imagination?
(No Place is Foreign)
… it should be noted that this is not the first time Zimbabwe has had an incident involving someone claiming to be a dead public figure from the past.
(No Place is Foreign)
Paula Carter, author of No Relation, whose essays have appeared in The New York Times and Kenyon Review, has won the Another Chicago Magazine nonfiction award for her essay, “Correction Lines.”
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“Thank god you weren’t injured,” people said after the Flashlight Man, but while I wait to get my cast off, many projects halted by my inability to type, I consider this: Was I injured back then?
(nonfiction)
“I Like to Think That We Were Kind of Pioneers.” An Interview with Cynthia Weiss and Miriam Socoloff
“To actually physically be fixing broken things just felt like this is the only thing to be doing right now. It is our job as Jews to do tikkun olam–to repair the world.”
(interview)
[More than a year after COVID’s US arrival, ACM looks back.]
I can tell you that I saw an old couple walking their dog. Have I never seen this before?
(nonfiction)
I’ve socialized a couple times in the backyard. Masks on, masks off, nibble, nibble, sip, sip, masks on, masks off, sip, sip, nibble, nibble.
(nonfiction)
My friend was talking to her brother on Skype when a mouse–
(nonfiction)
everything we could stand to lose to the devil
(poetry)
“I’m a big fan of letting people enjoy things,” a Twitter user named Sherryis washingherhands…
This is the day I am told I’m not essential. “I am too,” I say.
(nonfiction)
A trifecta of trilliums, a triplicity of trilliums.
(nonfiction)
Oh, food. It is such a deft [and daft] distraction. It absolutely changes the narrative.
(nonfiction)
The glass is how / we can see
(nonfiction)
his desire heated to almost a reckoning, and I
(nonfiction)
I waited for a stimulus check that I doubted would come.
(nonfiction)
I’d sip on my coffee while showing off my fishnet thigh-highs.
(nonfiction)
I don’t see what you could do, unless you want to pay for a hotel room.
Social distancing is a luxury only for the rich.
(nonfiction)
The beauty of code is instant gratification: I implement a feature, I test the feature, I see it work or fail.
(nonfiction)
I assume everyone is wondering when we’ll get to that third cup of wine.
(nonfiction)
Cash has grown more tattered than usual.
(nonfiction)
I saw you, Allen Ginsberg, gloveless.
(nonfiction)
We still can’t believe there’s nothing there at all but ugly. We feel woozy in his rank backwind.
(The Loop)
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