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foretelling arrival of winter
the bird begins  to gather debris

He calls out to me in the darkness
He has learned to sleep on his own
But still finds himself restless and yearning
For my mother arms
And my mother warmth

light reaches beyond
its capabilities from behind
three sisters

Liquid Crystal Display of neon Jell-O molds
Rotating underlit, perpetual planetary oscillation,
Celestial diffraction through gelatin.

There in the city they know all about
laughing by diamond light,
living in palaces,
and delighting in feasts.
Those are things I will never know,
Nothing of precious stones,
Marble houses,
Or overflowing tables.

Katie Ludlow Rich and Heather Sundahl’s “first-ever comprehensive history” of Exponent II is a deeply researched and engagingly written volume that reads as much like “a long letter from a dear friend” as the original…

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Diné dóó Gáamalii. The title of the book is important for understanding both the primary subject of the book and the author. Diné, meaning “the People,” King explains, is a name that the people commonly…

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Circles of light crown the peaks of red rocks against black skies. Are they sacred halos gleaming or artificial lights beaming from a UFO? The beautiful cover image of the book Machines for Making Gods…