Rooting for Someone Else’s Roots White plastic bags from Salvation Army  drift down El Paso’s Durango Street.  What’s inside?  A water bottle  in a barbed collar? A bar of granola  no control over the gambol  of its boundaries? A package  of dried fruitage no say  in its reconstitution?  Does refugee come from refuse or refuge? What […]

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