I’m at a writing retreat these days, moving through the daily cognitive dissonance of literal birdsong outside my window while I refresh the news and read about murder, starvation, students beaten by police. Yesterday, my dear friend Camonghne and I had a discussion with our fellow residents about doing language during times of profound grief and horror…
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