My story, which is by no means a fiction, nor a case of seductive exaggeration, could best be described as a Baltimore snafu (situation normal: all fucked up). It also takes place...
I once had the opportunity to introduce the artist Jim Dine at a poetry reading at the Dia Art Foundation while I was working there briefly around 2013 as director of publications. I...
Another thing that Jeremy Sigler (I believe that was his last name) had going for him was his excellent taste in movies. He had settled on the only in-flight movie worth watching,...