Tag: tinnitus
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a gift, not a given
“I was in a gang growing up.” “I’m a slam poet. I actually have a show on Friday if anyone is free.” “I just moved here from Berlin.” Well, geez. How was I supposed to follow those? I was 21, in a two-week training that kicked off my AmeriCorps year, faced with the hated icebreaker…
Kimberly Bunker, MFA 