I remember during covid there was a time people realized nothing mattered more than art. Was there a new episode of a series you loved? Everything is solved. Had your favorite musician put out a song you could hear? The day is saved. Maybe relationships matter. But relationships are built on stories, which are art. […]
Read More The Sounds They MakeToday my lovely barista asked me how I was doing, and I said, “Huh… good… again.” It’s surprising. Maybe it’s that I came into a bit of money, so I’m relaxed about money. Or that my panic disorder seems to be retreating (though I hate to comment on that, and must knock on wood). Maybe […]
Read More Good Guys: Andrzej Tadeusz Bonawentura KościuszkoUP Blow it up, Professor Lowe. Blow it full, let it puff up, over the rim, higher than all walls, all churches, all hills Sulfuric acid and iron could make buoyancy as joyful as Mary Poppins’ ceiling tea party as goofy as Charlie, pre-burp, bobbing up, up, full of carbonation, pre-fan that will chop you […]
Read More Professor Thaddeus Lowe’s Hydrogen BalloonWe sat in the pews and looked forward. There were nerves fluttering in the air, though there was no need for fear. Right? Three men strode into the sanctuary and called out, “We’re looking for Jennifer!” I was told, at a Holocaust teaching training, not to ask students, what would you do? What would you […]
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