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This election season left me drained and disappointed. It’s a familiar feeling for many of us, though I know I’m spared from the worst by a few layers of privilege. Others are not so lucky, and it’s them I worry for. In times like these, I turn to my writing and creative practice as a way to search for movement toward something that feels like light. Below is a short, raw poem written in res...
Now what?
Nov 12, 2024
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