In Memory of Robert Frank
I have never seen a single mechanical mood in any of his images but I did see him, often, eliminate the split-second boundary between joy and pain.
The Breakups
Laying in a nursing home bed, losing control over everything, I just want to hurry up and be out of love.
Delayed Flights
Some works of art exert such a powerful gravitational pull they bend reality to their dreams
Death On-Demand
Even with terminal, painful imminent deaths, the medical association waffles, forcing physicians to make their own calls and risk prosecution.
Target Practice
Alone in the dark bunker, I shook. I had never been a target. I had never lived in a war zone behind the wire.
Everybody Has One
“The good life” certainly sounds like something about which anyone at all might venture an opinion. Indeed, the assumption that we would underlies the very form of the Platonic corpus.