On Cyprien Gaillard’s “Today Diggers, Tomorrow Dickens” at the Gladstone Gallery in Chelsea, NYC
The giant excavator head served as an eclipse, blocking the en... Read More
Did you watch the news today?
It was all over the network.
Broadasting the horrors of bloodshed.
The war is back,
The playgrounds are gone.
Can you see the... Read More
There is a certain quiet in
the falling snow which
I can never seem to find
within myself.
In this quiet lies
the love of I have for
my future chi... Read More
I remembered it all one night in the middle of February. My family had moved away to Virginia, and though my mom had asked me to visit, the thought of being bes... Read More
Dear Mom and Dad,
I am writing to you because it is what I know how to do best. Please don't take this as an impersonal, new age way of communication. You have... Read More
The first time I was nineteen- a late bloomer. But it was worth the wait and it felt right. And for sure I can promise you that now that I know what I was missi... Read More
There has been a change of program,
This new broadcast will be brighter than the rest,
The songs on the radio sound different,
Things have changed.
The tree... Read More