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Terror of the Back Eighty Acres
He grew tame // and hunted the dreams of farm kids—every tree scratch / on the window were his nails, every pregnant farm girl // was knocked up with the devil's seed and spiderbabies.
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the way a child just born / already knows to kiss head down
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Chip Ward writes to granddaughter Madeline about the problems of the world she’s about to inherit.
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Bestiaire’s place in the filmmaker’s oeuvre and anthropomorphic conceptions.
View ArticleSherwin Bitsui: Sounds Like Water
Tomas Hachard talks with the award-winning poet about 'border poetry,' cultural access, and the politics of writing about nature.
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