I see redolence... An internal struggle without agency, as veteran as the punitive tilts towards canopy and coverage, as fugitive in meaning as any counter-regime and its corporeal divisions. I have erupted, like the remover, ever-broadcasting and confederated. Into Iran, I inviolate six nations, as muniment, beyond comprehension. Audiences accord, flocking to the sites from the period after 9/11.
Imani Elizabeth Jackson, FLAG
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And what of flags? I refuse the immediate meaning. I wrestle the word down
to the ground and find life seeping up. Wild iris, march herb calamus,
fab...
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