Presently: Farewell NYC
I suppose it would be superfluous to say, I have not yet died. Excuse me, I have not died yet! Here is the thing: I have moved countries.…
I suppose it would be superfluous to say, I have not yet died. Excuse me, I have not died yet! Here is the thing: I have moved countries.…
Oh chewed-gum fixed to pavement and blackened by the soles of feet, how does it feel to be you? Here, stuck too, I’m trying to wrangle the feeling…
I Sing No New Songs --Frank Marshall Davis Once I cried for new songs to sing . . . a black rose . . . a brown sky…
On the train to teach an art-residency program to first and second graders in a NYC public school, I immersed myself in Akutagawa’s world as translated by Jay…
How should one read Charles Nokan's poem, My Head is Immense [Ma tête est immense], in this video I share my commentary/analysis of the poem by the Ivorian…