Journalism In Verse

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September 2016


When the World As We Knew It Ended

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By Joy Harjo. “It was by their song and talk we knew when to rise / when to look out the window / to the commotion going on— the magnetic field thrown off by grief.”


Dear Luna: He Is The End and I’m Still Starting Please Help

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Q: I can’t get over him, he rings regret in my mosquito ear he red ring circling my knee Lyme’s disease he buzz lullaby malaria fly he is the beautiful death zika kiss he is the end and I’m still starting please help   A: aren’t you fucking lucky! you must get mad. produce work. I know what you are…

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