“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
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The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
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“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
What else is it we would want from love, apart from love?
The activist-academic Silvia Federici has never muted her message to get ahead. What’s the cost of refusing to sell out?
The swimming pool is my secret world and safe haven away from shame and judgement. But it hasn’t come easy.