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Poetry

We cried at the station

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a ghost in a shotgun (a
tear on the floor)
they thought we were
brothers and
he’s off to war.

Topical Poem

Dr. Huxtable's Roofie Lab

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Beware the smiles of kind old men,
the brownstone flipped and paid in cash,
the "Yes we can!" yelled yet again,
the winners of the market crash.

Poetry

Video of the week

A video slide show of "The Bones of us" by Jesse Bradley.