The powerless feel invisible.
A ghostly cipher jigs and shimmies, sending up flares, announcing
the Annunciation.
The powerful seek invisibility.
A malevolent cloud overhangs and shrouds, secreted in cracks, hidden
from the light.
We evaporate and expectorate and obviate.
No one sees everything.
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
“Our Highway,” the new multi-media project from the jazz quintet (trio + two reedmen) Cowboys & Frenchmen is a monument to the boundless power of creativity. Rather than merely record an album of their brilliant modern music, the group has made a film — a purposefully trippy film, befitting the notion of travel and motion...
