photo by Unsplash user Jesse Borovnica I hate flying. I hate the window seat, the middle one, and prefer the aisle if given a choice. I was particularly anxious for…
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The snowfall doesn’t usually begin in December in Cape St. Claire. Usually, it holds itself off until January when the snow is dry powder and sticks to the tops of…
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In July, 2012, I turned the corner to the back area of Crush Bar after paying my tab. Burnt, Tongue, the reading series dedicated to Tom Spanbauer and his infamous…
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IntrospectionMusicVariations on a Theme: In Memoriam, Amy Winehouse: Years Later, My Tears Are Still Drying on Their Own
When Amy Winehouse died in 2011, I was not a particularly big fan of the singer. I knew her big hits like “Rehab,” and “Back to Black” because who didn’t?…
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IntrospectionMusicVariations on a Theme: Sometimes You’re at a Pedro the Lion Concert, Mourning the Very Concept of Existence, and Other Times You are in a Hospital, Celebrating It
There’s something special about following a band for over a decade—especially if you started listening to that band in your youth—as the discography of the band starts to layer itself…
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Artwork: Carter Vintage Guitars by Vermillion Murals / Photo: Nashville Public Art Blog Honeygo Blvd. to the Megabus stop in the vast unending lot beyond the mall, where Maryland displays a faded watercolor…
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image: “Congo Square” by Adéwálé Adénlé For Harold Battiste, Jr. In New Orleans, I saw a reflection of myself in a stranger’s marbled tombstone. I turned away, but in…
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V: Cadenza | Silver-Tipped Swallow: “One of You Leaves First” The story is the same always: one of you leaves first & you both know who it’s going to be.…
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Every summer, our placid village by the Bay of Biscay was invaded by what dad called the Oxford tribe: dons donning white socks under sandals; fresh-faced dissertators in linen shirts;…
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Summer was nascent, and I longed for it nonetheless. I had vowed to myself — it was going to be the best season of my life. I was freshly seventeen…
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Piano Quintet Petals aeronautics rumpling through keys, scorch score Quintet flew. * Vivify I’m going to vivify your lips Allusions, the French kiss Strum your violin strings In a Tenor…
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At an age so young I may not have known what “virgin” meant, I used to sing the “Virgin of the Sun God” right along with Yma Sumac. On my…
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nothin like being lonely at the gay club, and dancing anyway so alive so alive so alive, and I can feel all the ways I’m dying. but I dance dance…
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“Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman is the best song on the radio, it is frequently on the radio, and it is the only song on the radio about poverty. Correction:…
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