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to risk what we hold dear
from Lost Lake Folk Opera n7 Special Illiberal Democracy issue Summer 2022
by Lost Lake Folk Opera magazine, a Shipwreckt Books imprint
We can, despite winter, still come to the town square shout from our doorsteps and windows resist the howls of the haters
Because love in the face of such hatred is the only way Because without love, buried so deeply within us, we cannot survive Because we need each other, my loves, at this dark moment in this dark place.
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Very hot. Very still. The pandemic alone moves. Person to person. What worked against it is failing. We are failing. Not pulling together. Not holding the line. Not putting our neighbor before us. Not loving each other enough
t o r i s k w h a t w e h o l d d e a r
for those that we hold dear. No longer persuading. Just exasperating. Throwing up our hands. Throwing down the gauntlet. Storming the capitols. Settling for “I told you so” even as Death hoists its sickle over all our squabbling heads.
