September 8 – 12, 2025
- The transgressive legacy of Christopher Marlowe
- The professional costs of criticizing the Trump administration
- On the presence of ICE in Harlan County, Kentucky
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“Someone was beating the door of the station and I heard a man cry out, “Let us in, you donkeys. The storm’s on my tail and inching closer.” But I hadn’t slept in thirty hours and maybe I was dreaming of voices.”
“All birds vocalize. They hoot, yodel, caw, wail, rattle, chit, seet, and sing like angels. They call to warn of predators and to identify family, friends, and foes. They sing to defend their territory—to stake it out or fence it in—and to woo a mate.”