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‘Diversity,’ feminized work, and other truth bombs at ACRL 2017
Our profession is steeped in a murky racial and gendered history. When Roxane Gay came on stage, the first thing she said to us was “man, there’s a lot of white people in this room.” And, she’s right. Librarianship has been feminized and white ever since Melvil Dewey. You remember, the Dewey decimal system guy?…
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August, Lancaster City.
Recall a rainstorm. Water pools on a porch, seeps into termite trenches where you’ll find them, huddled in the subtlety of drops forming. Here, paint peels, sticks to callouses, and washes down drains.
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July, Palisaded Plains – Poetry Submission by A. Pajewski
Originally posted on in parentheses: The train trails time, ebbs as I lie awake, staring at plastic stars, stuck to popcorn ceiling by the last tenant. Sounds call out and I’m out of nouns.Its warble rends sky from Juniper. Disrupts quotidian life. A resplendent- ness leaves you staggering.
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Beautiful
I thought I’d share some photos from my trip to New Mexico yesterday. The location that most of these photos were taken is a ghost town called Taipan, NM. It was too beautiful to keep to myself.
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We dance
in the garden between impatiens and an ash tray. Sun shines down, reflects from your collarbones. I turn raspberries from white to red. Sun flashes off the birdbath. Now, 1 hour later, we dance between concrete and thyme. Breeze churns clouds, turbulent and you dance into rain.