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Joy Harjo All We Can Save: Truth, Courage, and Solutions for the Climate Crisis

Tommy Orange There There: A novel

Robin Wall Kimmerer Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants

Rebecca Roanhorse Black Sun (Between Earth and Sky Book 1)

Herman Melville Moby Dick: or, the White Whale

Joy Sullivan @joysullivanpoet My Mother Asks How I'm Doing  with Just Whisky and Cats None of us were built for this, after all. Loneliness enters the house and takes  off her boots. The days lose light.  I keep hoping for the postman-  his everyday footsteps, a kind of friendliness. There is no name for this kind of breaking. It's November and my neighbor sets off fireworks.  The moon is an aching white eye. Some nights,  I sleep inside your old shirt. Even wolves need a soft body to curl toward in the dark. From Instructions For Traveling West The Dial Press, 2024. #poetryisnotaluxury

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