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When the Aid Stopped: A Poetic Chronicle of DOGE’s Human Cost, Part 2

A COLLECTION BY AJ JOHNSON

Already—before the recent changes—one of the things living in France had taught me was a story of America’s greatness, as seen from the outside. The way France’s newscasters follow our elections with careful explanations of the electoral college and graphics showing states turning blue or red. The way the world follows each pronouncement uttered by our leaders, because those pronouncements will affect that world, the world outside America that doesn’t vote for U.S. leaders but lives in those leaders’ downstream impact.p>

When the Aid Stopped: A Poetic Chronicle of DOGE’s Human Cost, Part 1

A COLLECTION BY AJ JOHNSON

Already—before the recent changes—one of the things living in France had taught me was a story of America’s greatness, as seen from the outside. The way France’s newscasters follow our elections with careful explanations of the electoral college and graphics showing states turning blue or red. The way the world follows each pronouncement uttered by our leaders, because those pronouncements will affect that world, the world outside America that doesn’t vote for U.S. leaders but lives in those leaders’ downstream impact.p>

ON THE ROAD A/V CLUB: Episode 1 – Learning About Afghanistan

THE ANTHROW CIRCUS TEAM

We’re doing something new! It’s a podcast-light. Listen to our first audio conversation with the Anthrow Circus team. Our creative director, Jen, and manager of operations & social media, Armon, learn from our editor-in-chief, Kami, about the situation in Afghanistan since the U.S. withdrew from the country two years ago in August 2021. Kami and her Allied Shepherd team have been working to aid Afghans trying to relocate and find safety. Listen and learn with us. And then click on over to other Anthrow Circus stories from Afghanistan..

A Moons and Houses and Hope Travelogue

By Kami L. Rice

We entered Bosnia by road as night fell. A full moon rose and threw a spotlight down on houses scattered like carcasses through the countryside.

So very many carcasses.

Empty inside, roofless, with charred stone walls marking a former existence.

Silent, somber, haunting, poetic testimony to tragedy.

What exactly had happened here?

Suddenly it all mattered.