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Living and Dying in the Anthropocene

Perhaps I am drawn to death because I learned how to walk on a graveyard. There is a picture of me, waddling happily between tombstones, bright blue onesie, pink shoes, my first pair. As a one-and-a-half year old I was still tied to what was below me. I knew the taste of dirt in my…

On Reading and Writing Poetry

This is a blog post on my love for poetry and my fear of writing it. When it comes to writing, there is nothing I am more afraid of than poetry. I write essays and reportings and academic papers, proposals and pitches. I write blog posts and morning pages (What’s that, you wonder? Unpaid link).…


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