Hubris
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Perilous Crossing, 1981: Saigon to Greenville
“The engine ran for one day, and it broke down. We tried to fix it, but it was helpless. After that, we just let the boat drifted to wherever it wanted to. We…
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The World Moves in Mysterious Ways
“Two weeks earlier, I was on the Greek island of Kea, in a bathroom so small you had to sit down to use the shower and the water trickled out either too hot or too cold.…
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Both Testaments: Four Poems for The Providential Reader
“But to remember something we need to forget/something, a different truth. My grandmother/believed that if you dab any convenient spot on your body/with iodine daily/it will help you keep your memory in old…
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Poetry from Image
“This is not an anecdote about a cat and a squirrel, it is about the living geography of landscape as it regularly contorts itself into an occasion for art. Spontaneously, with no need…
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The Importance of Arctic Sea Ice to Life on Earth
“With the extinction of our species comes not only the stripping away of atmospheric ozone, but also the rapid loss of aerosol masking and therefore a stunningly rapid rate of environmental change. In…
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Crete: Dress Rehearsal for Liberty
“We first find Skinner in March 1867 aboard the blockade-running, custom-built steamship the Arkadi, capable of 15 knots, faster than any ship the Turks had, en route from the island of Syros. With him are Colonel…
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From the Oracle of Tucker
“Technically, Kershaw lives in Tucker, but there are many place-names in Georgia (Iron Stab, Shake Rag, Snapfinger, and Hog Mountain occur to me right offhand) that I would not want to claim as…
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Another Day That Will Live In Infamy
“Because I knew all this, because I’ve seen what villains of Trump’s ilk can do, because I know that creatures such as he attract followers of the vilest levels of humanity, and fools…
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The Poetry of Derek Berry
“i wear a wedding dress/woven of queen anne’s lace/& wisteria. i slip a garter/of lichen off my thigh./i do not recognize, at first,/the effigy of desire:/burnt moss for hair,/putrid/bog breath./not every incandescence is…
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Underground Afghanistan Gay Five-Minute Dating
“I believe it means Western capitalists. I learned it from my friend Aaron, a fighter from a land called Haifa. He blew himself up for the Taliban, although it was not intentional. He…