                                  How we go round in earth’s spinning Perhaps it is something religious; profound When we wind through streets as one, …
Persona
Some days begin in darkness Before carbon flares in light Slow-wakening of illumination; To reside between its flickers Or exposed in spectral sight. Pinned upon the table Limbs wrigglin…
11 Little Turnstile
I am waiting For what I am not sure The restlessness of an eve of new beginnings As much as for friends to walk through this door In neon red the street is lit As if trying to shine a spotlight on som…
Everything At Once: An Exhibition of Escape
There are times when life feels overwhelming and uncontrollable. We become plugged into a reality in which everything is a click away. Communication a constant stream; time and space feel boundless an…
The Tip of the Iceberg: Beyond Harvey Weinstein
The story of Harvey Weinstein is by now familiar to everyone. Since first being reported in the New York Times on October 5, allegations from sexual assault to rape against Weinstein now stretch back…
On Dylan and Decay
A personal exploration on identity and Bob Dylan — It started with a feeling, a feeling I did not understand and could not articulate. All I knew was that I must understand the urgency of it, tr…