THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC + W8ING4UFOS
One feels the palpable presence of space, as if space were a conductor in a resplendent symphony, directing our awareness to something more profound.
ROLLER COASTERS AND DIPPIN’ DOTS
We were ecstatic, high on adrenaline, hardcore coastering — our endorphins had redlined and didn’t come down before we were on another ride.
In the Cut
It’s always fascinating when writers write about writers. Often, those who take up the pen are inherently voyeuristic. Distant observation, provocative interests, and forbidden explorations fuel the art.
Ride the Pink Horse
In my personal noir godhead of Cain, Chandler, and Highsmith, there is plenty of room for Dorothy B. Hughes.
 
 
 
 
 
