Like Kafka’s cockroaches, the Styrofoam head lives forever. Only we disintegrate to dust.
I wonder about the limp in my head, how long it’s been visible.
So much of our experience falls between the seams of language, simply because language is human-made, but our emotions aren’t.
Paris changes, poet Charles Baudelaire wrote, faster than the human heart, and as far as my neighborhood is concerned, he was right. We’d hardly settled into our new digs before people starting tearing things up.
A painting supposedly produced before 1945 that contains traces of strontium-90 and caesium-137 is most likely a forgery: these isotopes do not occur naturally and are produced in nuclear explosions, […]
Thirteen days after Michael passed away, the towers came down. Clouds, plumes of smoke. That night, invoices and letterheads blanketed the streets. I read by candlelight the names that appeared on each. Childhood, as I knew it, ceased.
The Boys of Dunbar: A Story of Love, Hope, and Basketball by Alejandro Danois 288 pages Simon & Schuster, 2016 ISBN:978-1451666977 I know it’s a cliche, but I found it […]
17 Carnations: The Royals, The Nazis, and the Biggest Cover-up in History by Andrew Morton 384 pages Grand Central Publishing, 2015 ISBN: 978-1455527113 They are just a memory now, but […]
When he describes Slaughterhouse-Five’s themes in larger contexts, it’s like hearing that great English teacher you had delve into a exegesis with buoyant intensity.
Naming Jack the Ripper by Russell Edwards 336 pages Lyons Press, 2014 ISBN: 978-1493011902 You think finding someone criminally culpable for the death of Freddie Gray, in Baltimore, Maryland, in […]