Hubris
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The Poetry of Susan Tekulve
“These days, though, I leave the lavender alone./I prefer brushing their velvety leaves accidentally, releasing/ their soapy scent, summoning the bees/whose hind claws are so compacted with pollen/they appear to wear tiny…
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Disasterpants: Everything’s Ablaze, Always & Forever
“I’ll cut to the chase. The gist of Becker’s short essay is contained within the latter half of a single paragraph: ‘All human systems are enormous trash fires. Every single one, no matter…
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Above & Beyond the Lectionary (Micah 2)
“As a woman and as a lesbian who has spent years subjugated by society as well as by people in my own Church, I know what it is like to have the Good Book…
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Song of Myself
“Greater Addisonia is a large and populous place. To riff on Walt Whitman, ‘It is large, it contains multitudes.’ Some of those multitudes will be familiar to regular visitors of Addisonia: the mustachioed…
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And There But for Fortune Go You or I
“I am just a guy lucky enough to have been half-Greek and half-American at a time when the internet blossomed and travelers were still coming to Greece. I know Greece and I have…
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Dr. McPherson & The Three (Purportedly Chinese) Curses
“The odds of my making a comeback along the path to informing people about abrupt, irreversible climate change leading to near-term human extinction are considerably lower than any comeback we can expect from…
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Homage To an Important Anniversary
“Looking back over all that has happened since the 4th of June, 1972, it seems I was extraordinarily fortunate in that roll of the dice that sent me here. It didn’t look like it…
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From Fur Ball to Thunder Bubbles
“Emily became increasingly eager for the next Zoom call of Chris caring for Bubbles. I saw what was happening and took immediate action to head it off at the pass. ‘No!’ I told…
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Haptic Teams Win More Games: Touch
“Physicists tell us that, in fact, no real touch is possible. Thus, when lips meet, they say, two electric fields are interacting, electrons are grazing electrons. Perhaps so, but if a pretty server…
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The Poetry of Alexandra Thurman
“The world wants to tell you what it means./Words everywhere Messages: in the thin lines/of tide, in the waves’ foamed cursive left behind/on the flat, unrolled paper of sand./Bird skips, blank space, hieroglyphs,/wind…