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“They are like men because they are isolated / yet stand in the rain, surrounded by mounds / of dirt and asphalt to catch spillover—”
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“I swiveled my head then to find a deer / camouflaged by the leaves no longer there / ‘what should I do with someone’s silhouette?’ ”
“The problem we face involves the degree to which the truth must now compete with such a vast multiplicity of falsehoods that discovering truth itself becomes unviable.”
“It was making me desperate, thinking I was going to have to find a job. A job for Christ’s sake.”
“The two who stood there / and the two who saw them said / not what they said”
This portfolio, curated by Jonas for the Review, collects drawings of her dogs, made across the past fifty years.