The Concrete Cantata: An Orchestra Without a Score
On highway noise, the loss of silence, and a splinter in the spirit.
An irregular journal of Thoughts, Stories, Ideas, and Recollections
On highway noise, the loss of silence, and a splinter in the spirit.
On power, performance, and the paint that was always going to be green.
On the slow erasure of a sense, the pills we take for it, and what the whole arrangement might be doing to our politics.
A story of desire and the patience of forgotten things.
A kinder approach to suffering the indignity.
On homecoming — theirs and mine — and the land that holds us all without distinction.