It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
Let us not forget our songs that sang us in our times of powerlessnesss, swirling in our sacrums like soul’s Charybdis as our legs walked to their beats because our hearts were muffled AM stations, hollow in their antiquated mono. May we thank them on the daily for their visions of crashing waves and changing tides when all we felt: feedback, static, our own cluttered airwaves.
Jennifer Schomburg Kanke lives in Florida where she edits confidential documents. Her work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in New Ohio Review, Massachusetts Review, Shenandoah, and Salamander. Her zine about her experiences undergoing chemotherapy for ovarian cancer, Fine, Considering, is available from Rinky Dink Press. She serves as a reader for The Dodge.
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