I consider poetry ‘work’—reading it, representing it, writing it. Whereas my actual 9-5 means little of nothing to me. A solid exchange...

The holidays are not one of my favorite things– not that there’s been much worth reporting. Time seemed to slow to a crawl from...

Earlier this week I was fortunate enough to revisit the 1984 film, Amadeus . I’d been anxious to rewatch it for a while and was relieved...

Sunday morning, I went to the DeYoung Museum to visit the Kehinde Wiley exhibit. I had to agree with my Lyft driver and said: “Its not a...