Cities are places of jazz—where it was born, where it has changed, and where it thrives.
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The magic that defines cadenza through all this smoke, keeps Half Mystic dancing & breathing & cacophonous & alive.
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For as long as I’ve known, my hipbone has made music.
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When they told me he was going, I thought, I will never be loved like this again, and I am only twenty-two.
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We hope this book helps you listen to those knocks in the distance, that perhaps it inspires you to answer the door.
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The tongue is powerful—it is both body & voice, past & future, self & monster.
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I love the word knock—its single sonorous syllable, the way it functions as both a command and an invitation.
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My mother’s mother’s language is the music of canefields.
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Applying for an MFA is not a simple thing. It is a force of willpower. It is an Olympian battle.
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