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Migrating

March 26, 2019

Click the link to view the PDF of the poem, “Migrating by Bear Kosik.”

Bear Kosik is the (co-)author of four novels and a nonfiction work on democracy that explains how he predicted Trump’s win fourteen months before the election. His short stories, poetry, and essays have been published by Third Flatiron PressRiver & South ReviewCalliope, Weasel Pressopednews.com and others. Bear also has written well-received stage plays and screenplays.

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