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"Is this fifty? Everything on repeat?”

Healthcare Workers Write the Pandemic

"I’ve settled for dull olive mud that pools in a tailings pond.”

Poems

Innovative and searching, this rich collection will linger, will haunt, may gently sink beneath your wisdom like a pebble.

“I am many arms and feet/ a strutting/ glorious/ line-scribbled day.”

"To read this book is to attend a play"

Poems

Fire was once our primary driver. It permitted us to survive harsh weather, broaden our diet and preserve our food. Indigenous cultures around the world worked with fire to renew land through [...]

Poems