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Boxer Aria

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By Sharon Olds, Natalie Diaz, Tracy Smith Verified, Neil Shepard
| Poem-a-Day
When no one’s around, a man could go all day, in the woods, and down by the lake, and into the house and back out in the garden, without zipping his pants.
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An Open Letter from Participants in the Palestine Festival of Literature | Ta-Nehisi Coates, Molly Crabapple, Natalie Diaz

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By Zukiswa Wanner, Ta-Nehisi Coates Verified, Molly Crabapple, Natalie Diaz
| New York Review of Books Verified
We are writers and artists who have been to Palestine to participate in the Palestine Festival of Literature. We now call for the international community to commit to ending the catastrophe unfolding in Gaza and to finally pursuing a comprehensive and just political solution in Palestine. We have exercised our privilege as international visitors to move around historic Palestine in ways that most Palestinians are unable to.
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Alchemy Horse by Natalie Diaz - Poems

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By Natalie Diaz, Christian Barter, Divya Victor, Bruce Smith
| Poem-a-Day
I don’t call it sleep anymore. I’ll risk losing something new instead— like you lost your rosen moon, shook it loose. But sometimes when I get my horns in a thing— a wonder, a grief or a line of her—it is a sticky and ruined fruit to unfasten from, despite my trembling. Let me call my anxiety, desire, then. Let me call it, a garden.
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