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Danielle Foushée

Antegrief (in 3 parts)

One “Cuddle Bug,” I call him — my 13 year-old chihuahua mix, who neeeeds to be physically attached to someone at all times. I squeeeeze...

Danielle Foushée

Firescape & Nectar

He sees me, and hovers in front of my face for a moment. Eye contact. Understanding. We’re drunk on our senses, on desire — looking for some

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Danielle Foushée

Domination Isn’t Destiny

Texts, or discourses, according to cultural critic David Spurr (1993), tell stories that justify and allow colonization to become...

Danielle Foushée

Two Days in Phoenix: A City of Contrasts

I depart from Seattle on a grey and misty day in November 2015, headed to Phoenix, Arizona.[1] I’ve never visited Phoenix before, and...

Danielle Foushée

I Forgot...

Where I left my keys To put the wet clothes in the dryer To feed the dogs What temperature to set the oven To check the mail To show up...

Danielle Foushée

A Neighbor’s Scorn

The sun’s rays barely peeked over Sheep Hill this morning and I was already fired up. I walk a lot — every day at least two miles, often...

Danielle Foushée

The ‘Real’ Phoenix: Oak Street Alley

If you want a more authentic experience of Phoenix’s street art culture, you have to visit the grass-roots mural project in Oak Street Alle

Danielle Foushée

Housebound

According to the U.S. Postal Service, the first private mail receptacles came into use in 1896. They were a hodgepodge of whatever usable it

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