Poetry: Her Lips Are Copper Wire by Jean Toomer
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
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Song In My Head: Forever Young by Rhiannon Giddens and Iron & Wine
Art: Pablo Bronstein’s Erecting of the Paternoster Square Column
Quote: “But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness. The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head … The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on.” – Robert Finch
Recipe: Bacon Cauliflower Chowder
Anywhere But Here: Kennicott Mine & Ghost Town, Chitina, AK
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