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January 30, 2018 |
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When folk singer Pete Seeger and some friends launched the Clearwater sloop nearly 50 years ago, the Hudson River was a fish-killing open sewer from industries and municipalities along...
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January 30, 2018 |
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One spring Saturday in York County, Pennsylvania, my husband Fred picked up a five-gallon aluminum gas can he’d left on the asphalt by our garage over the winter. I was cleaning out the...
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January 10, 2018 |
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Ana Flores is a sculptor and ecologist. Her work is informed by how place and geography shape who we are. Her projects over the past three decades have taken the format of sculptural...
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January 7, 2018 |
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= San Francisco ÷ Brooklyn x Vermont Or … It’s walking your adult miniature goat Jezebelle down the street in the drizzle—umbrella-less— to pick up your favorite direct-trade...
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January 2, 2018 |
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SHRINKING ISLAND (Assateague) Looking Inland, beneath A rising vapor of cumulous, An agony of trees. Beyond the killing tide, Low dunes. Here, The mosquito is queen, The island a...
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October 24, 2017 |
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Empty and the sand follows you along Broadway as if some dampness was left for shoreline moves the IRT up then down the way clammers use their feet to rake –you walk on...
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August 15, 2017 |
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SPIRAL Three spirals bound to one another Three sisters At the edge of a stone what is the cosmos but a radial movement outward? to touch the fabric of one to see the astral...
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August 15, 2017 |
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You have always trusted the forest. Here, danger could be seen and is known. The floor of the forest is layered with cool leaves that can be used to cover up faces. You’re lying here,...
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July 16, 2017 |
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I failed to remember the swoop and swallow of wings now sweeping the bottom of the cage, fluttering against the boney bars, with no explanation offered. How long does the mouth have...
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July 12, 2017 |
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HOTTEST SUMMER ON RECORD HERE Too many eggplants and no rain in past years we raised just a few the parsnips withered in the heat at least there are no mosquitoes gypsy moths...
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July 12, 2017 |
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FOR A FRACKING GOOD TIME There is a general consensus among scientists that the spike in Oklahoma’s earthquake activity has been triggered by disposal wells used to dispose of waste from...
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June 27, 2017 |
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for Carrie grace is a stretch you walk sitting or kneeling after a stroll, an exhale at a sanctuary of sounds the string, the harp, the woodwind quartet, a rhythm section plays for you a...
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June 25, 2017 |
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Carry me waking across the world where, in Nice, strawberries ripen in a wooden cart. The morning yawns azure beyond the fruit sellers. The Mediterranean beckons to fishermen & stones....
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June 23, 2017 |
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Like you, I am built out of sky: light & air I use to mend the bones I owned before your body roamed free & I made of myself this silence large enough to multiply in my womb where...
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June 22, 2017 |
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I don’t like to drive out here anymore. I hate to see what’s happening to the land. Most of the marshes and trees and family farms are gone. Flimsy houses built with particle...
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Ana Flores is a sculptor and ecologist. Her work is informed by how pla
2 Poems
Let Me Straddle Your Mind
The Crusader
Yeah bring our electric shaver back, I bought it we shaved each others back
it was important to me
Kwame Dawes
1
Yes, we were country, lived in shotgun
shacks, where the road loses its way
to dirt and live 
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Courtesy of the artist and Mizuma Art Gallery
"Feminism is a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to lea
Junot' Diaz
and Edison, NJ
The first time we try to deliver the Gold Crown the lights are on in the house but no on
Elegy & Poem
"We are all the other."
…and find inside a picture,
of myself as a child, sitting
on a small chair, wearing overalls
an
Raphael Perez
To Alex, on turning two
Some say the Ring of Brogar
is the Circle of the Moon.
There is n
March on Washington
An Interview with Cheryl Evans
In a strange twist of what seemed
like reverse vandalism, the Graffiti
Mecca was painted over. 
Forest Gander
A Translation
Quassan Castro, poem
Grandson to Grandmother
Wynwood Walls, of Miami has been called "a Museum of the Streets."
Low like the mean dream
of Newark the sky must
have seemed to its builders.
Rickety now, unhingin
At last, the extremes
of his present methods
seemed to offer
the happiest avenues.
The strengthe
5th Limb
Poems
Poem, Knot
Poem, Look This Way
Xue Du, Poem
A woman in a black kimono dyed black hair
disappeared behind a black curtai
Poem:
Behind the War On Women
Maria Mizzotti-Gillan
Short Story
Pilar Fraile Amador
poem
Lady Haiti
David Trinidad
Landzy Theodore
Angelo Nikolopoulos
