I feel like I’m beginning to get the hang of being at camp. The mornings are early—for me, at least—and working six days a week is a grind, even with all the art and goodwill and natural beauty of the Berkshires foothills. Last Friday was especially strange because it was the Fourth of July, and there was virtually no observance here…
Read MoreThe last week or two have been difficult. It was one of those periods where every step I took felt like a tooth-and-nail fight. Like I had to battle through a minefield of stress and anxiety and that the load was becoming so heavy as to manifest physically.
Read MoreAs I type this little update, I'm sitting in one of my very favorite New Orleans cafes, The Bean Gallery. I didn't come to this place enough when I lived in the neighborhood, but I've been visiting for decades.
Read MoreThis past Thursday, I read at Skye Jackson’s book release event for her poetry collection, Libre. The event took place at the Marigny Opera house, a venue where I’ve never performed. The space is beautiful—soaring cathedral ceilings, an air of mystery, and a sense that the building is even older than New Orleans itself.
Read MoreWe finally made it into February, and if I thought the world was on fire before, holy shit are we in it now….
Read MoreOne of the things I love so much about Kechi is that she does excellent, engaging work on several fronts—as a comic, as a photographer, and as an educator, and helping her formulate and work toward her creative goals feels like an exquisite privilege. She does the same for me….
Read MoreIt’s cold as hell in the Gulf South today, and things are heating up, at least on the creative side.
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