Time is infinite and finite. It also doesn’t exist. When I was five or six, my uncle, in his trademark…
More than a Grab Bag Candy Game: Citing Social Capital
“Did I tell you my mother, she never did stop dancing?” “Yes. You told me. And mine, she never got…
The Ring Shout and the African Presence in America
In African American and or Black American culture the African and or ancestral presence is both visible and invisible. The…
The Performance of Contemporary Art (Part 2)
In part one, I wrote about a theme that has emerged in this column of the mercurial nature of artistic…
DARK MATTERS: NAKED
I will not work for Physicality I will work for Experience not Things Things are nice, but useless Because they…
Cyber Pamphleteer: Imagined Stations, A Poem
They insert their hands in my mouth, these passerby pedestrians in the in-between electric places that simultaneously exist but…
Braving the Days: Political Ethics and the Desire to Heal
Photo credit: Matej Michalik “Our culture can starve and condemn one another in relationships.” (Feminism and Intimacy) How far do I…
How did we ever come to know dandelions as weeds?
It’s spring in my neck of the suburban Midwest, which means the denizens of this fine region are finally extracting…
The University Industrial Complex
Currently, I am a PhD Candidate in the Humanities, which sounds more glamorous than it really is for those…
The Phantoms of Culpability
“The sensation of the eerie occurs when there is something present where there should be nothing, or there is nothing…
