I call it ORANGES

  I wanted to re-post an essay of which I am particularly proud. It took many talks with Takashi Murakami, an immense amount of research, an...

What a joy it is, to write of three of my loves at once: Paul Celan, Anselm Kiefer, and Gustave Courbet.  Many thanks to The Nomadic Journal...

During the pandemic, my friend Liat Yossifor and I collaborated on a collection of poetry and paintings. Over the course of a year, Liat wou...

  The pandemic has often yielded unexpected fruit. One of the therapeutic joys, one of the events that saved my mind though the course of th...

Fires burn in California. Indiscriminately, they start as though at random, pockmarking the map with red circles. We start receiving news wi...