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Mapping deportations.

"In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.

I said, 'Is it good, friend?'
'It is bitter —bitter,"' he answered;
'But I like it
'Because it is bitter,
'And because it is my heart.' "

—Stephen Crane via @alinaetc.bsky.social

Tanka Society contest winners.

"down in the whirling heart of such a masterless commotion that he scarce heeds the moment when he drops seething into the yawning jaws" —@mobydickatsea.bsky.social

Collective Nouns for Poets in Therapy.