Jean Wolff is an abstract painter and these works investigate the structure of a grid in simple materials. …
An essay by Joshua Weinstein Our fate will not dare to reject us. This fact I know well, if we’re all blown to hell…
“Go on now, nobody needs ya ‘round here.” groused Whitman as he spoke to the wind that rattled the length of a row of Beech…
The studio was lit by December smog, you’d make tea make lunch make breathless moans, then you burned plastic paint to make statements about the…
A deer park, a duck lake, a fort— “It’s colder here, isn’t it?”— “Yes; we’ll walk fast, ok?” Distress clouds your eyes: “You should’ve got…
I had recently graduated from college, where, as a matter of fact, I received an outstanding dissertation award. I met Lucila in an introductory stock…
I went to the University of Texas because it’s where my mother would have gone if she’d had the chance to go to school beyond…
The family came to visit the house one warm Sunday, early May, the April rain lingering in parks, on sidewalks, in the cloudy skies. The…
Note: The following is drawn from the Tang Minister Fang Xuan-ling’s account of his extensive conversations with the peasant/poet Chen Hsi-wei, whom he visited in…