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malcolm rollick
Malcolm cut her teeth on punk rock and teenage losses, but the thing that will catch you is a voice like sunshine across a winter graveyard, and an honesty that borders on pathology. She has played her songs from the Bowery Ballroom to the Brooklyn Subways. Malcolm endlessly lives, survives, and celebrates the stories that fuel her writing. She loves making art (of any kind) with friends and strangers. She also writes prose and poetry, colors and paints, and goes to school to study theologies and mysteries of all sorts.
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