Turn to these poets like political strategists or revolutionary choreographers, like grassroots cartographers. Turn to them as trees, cleaning the smog of the State from the air so we can breathe. Turn to them, then turn toward yourself. Then, face forward. We got work to do.
Arts & Soul
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The Color of Grief
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A Grief of Our Own
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Art Under Aggression
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Prisoner of War
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