I have never much liked poetry. But somehow, it has been poems that have brought me the most emotional and spiritual clarity over the past two years. I think this has less to do with the poems themselves, than who they were written by: refugees, prisoners, martyrs. Despite being written in the most unimaginably harsh conditions, their words are still somehow infused with hope and love – and a source of strength for all of us.
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“Progressive” Council Members Back Police Power
Austin prides itself on being a progressive city and many elected officials use the term when campaigning. But the word is largely devoid of meaning […]
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