I was told to write about my preoccupation. For once, I don’t want to resist, edit my emotions, or ruminate endlessly about the state of the world. ‘Cause there’s untamed freedom outside, defying constraints of a poetic form. It’s not the starlings with their soft, murmuring calls that fill this April morning. A chorus of...

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