PoP
The prelates’ silence spreads and grows Like a cancer, now who knows: How many kids did the Church abuse? A…
The Heart She Handled and Other Poems
The Heart She Handled There I sat in dying grass, sighing open remorse. Forgiven by impulse; I’m still held accountable…
Roosters of the Apocalypse: A Review
When I was a senior in high school my English teacher had us watch Al Gore’s famous (or infamous) movie,…
My Immigrant Maternal Zayda from the Czarist Era
Morris Kuritsky (my maternal grandfather also known as Moshe to kith and kin) illegally yet surreptitiously boarded the…
Rampage
The parking lot was full of lost souls. Their footsteps crunched against hard, cold cement. Hands shoved into pockets, fighting…
For I is Someone Else: A Review of Who Is That Man? In Search of the Real Bob Dylan
“For I is someone else,” wrote Arthur Rimbaud in one of his famous “seer letters” of May 1871. “If the…
His Weary Note
I can see by the way you’re looking at him that there is a sense of resentment, but let me…
Lost in Big Houses
The old guy wobbled around to the door. I knew he was there because the light darkened against the soap…
Who Is That Man? In Search of the Real Bob Dylan: An Interview with David Dalton
“Like Bob Dylan, the authentic American genius is a synthetic personality. They’re all hybrids, hence, inevitably, charlatans. It’s the chameleon…
Blade Runner: What It Means to Be Human in the Cybernetic State
“We’re not computers, Sebastian. We’re physical.”—Roy Batty Thirty years ago right around this time, Ridley Scott was wrapping up production…