All places exist somewhere… between the inside and outside views of them symbiotically related to a sense of displacement a kind of intellectual property, a place for non- belongers to belong, their own corny backwater flowing from tributaries currently stagnating in the boondocks. Memory, delimited, is part first-person, part collective stratified, each […]
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a write old song and dance 