But it’s imagination that got us into this problem, and it’s imagination that’ll get us out.

Specificity in dreams shares a false exactness / Morelia is a secret city where I have stashed…

Because he grew up as an “Other”—with the interstices of two disparate cultures—Campanioni is aware…

On the one hand, we have poetry as documentation. Sure, poetry, like artifacts in a museum, can…

Is it a story exploring the self, or is it an ironic, self-conscious construction of “I” gesturing…