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Author Archives: Jana Martin
How to not be exhausted, not be co-opted, not be groped, not be kidnapped, and not be silent during the first 100 days of the bastard Trump regime. Continue reading
Never has a photograph of two women having tea been so terrifying.
She is my walk through Brooklyn, my arm toss in the park, my sit on the stoop, my weekend up in the country, my never alone, my not going to die for such a long time it feels like forever, my Lee.
This is the story of not knowing but knowing, and of having the best song I wrote be like my own Fleetwood Mac’ing of our good and earnest little band. It did not really inflict endless damage, but it informed me, and so I suppose this is a bit like a confession and an apology and an admission, because good songs come from nothing less. – Jana Martin
If we are in the midst of the sixth extinction, we can credit the Department of Wildlife Services for hastening our fate. Responsible for the deaths of some four million wild creatures a year, this government agency has been in business of “wildlife damage management” since 1895. Yet it flies under the radar, killing animals with impunity.
Jana Martin examines the ups and downs of backyard chickens, acquired ruralism, and double yolks