Illustration by Tim Robinson.
We’ve traveled to a field with its innerservings of sand and wolves. The sand is owned and never
appears on a map because the owners want its hardtender invisible. The space trembles and is built up and seems
eliminated. It has come to rest and I am in a hurryto listen. Nothing might be more
fragile than smearing infinity aroundand waiting dutiful centuries. Sun hovers
every high and low, posing and pointing as necessity.Eros I once believed could make me
an incredible promise. Sincere, I took it. Of course Ialso learned no love
loves a stain. In confidence, we discussed it. Previously. We hidunattended until finally our settlement of us
decided to stay. To clarify, to celebrate we canopyin the desert where the sun singing sand on a loop
becomes sensemaking. We are dirty and casual,the day getting rich quick
on distance. Making a noteabout a note and whatever
he says, whatever I forgot to unknot, I tendto sift through the waning
Between the reemergence of right-wing red-baiting and Donald Trump’s use of the chilling National Security Presidential Memorandum–7 to criminalize left political organizing, we’re seeing McCarthyism reborn before our eyes.
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Onward,
Katrina vanden Heuvel
Editor and Publisher, The Nation
light. It’s another summer bending; it is nearly thirtyyears. There’s a room here for washing
one’s feet. I don’t know if you need to be clean.
Lauren Camp