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Erbil last night.

"TO VICTOR HUGO OF MY CROW PLUTO

“Even when the bird is walking we know that it has wings.” — Victor Hugo

Of:

my crow
Pluto,

the true
Plato,

azzurro-
negro

green-blue
rainbow,

Victor Hugo,
it is true

we know
that the crow

'has wings' how-
ever pigeon-toed

inturned on grass. We do
(adagio)

Vivo-
rosso

'corvo';
although

con dizio-
nario

io parlo
Italiano-

this pseudo
Esperanto

which, savio
ucello,

you speak too-
my vow and motto

(botto e totto)
io giuro

e questo
credo:

lucro
e peso morto.

And so
dear crow-

gioiello
mio-

I have to
let you go;

a bel bosco
generoso,

tuttuto
vagabondo,

serafino
uvacceo.

Sunto,
oltremarino

verecondo
Plato, addio."

--Marianne Moore

"You can ask the sun."

"I didn’t realize the scale. Rafah is about the size of Disneyworld. On its busiest day of the year, it peaks at about 155,000 people, which is miserably packed. Rafah is currently holding 1.4 million displaced refugees. All exits are closed." --@vanessid

"Empathy means / laying yourself down / in someone else’s chalk lines / and snapping a photo, writes Solmaz Sharif."