Dealing with post traumatic stress disorder, living with a combat veteran.
In her bi-lingual grief poem, “Lexicon of Exile,” Aleida Rodriguez speaks in the voice of a Cuban immigrant as she describes the irrevocable loss of a childhood home, an event which creates a giant chasm within, a split self and a new language and identity for her people. As memories Read more…
Most of us will never know what it’s like to be homeless— to live on the streets, under bridges or overpasses or in cars, to experience the embarrassment of digging through trash cans for food, to live without bathing, wearing clean clothes, or eating a decent meal, to be shunned, Read more…
There’s a saying that goes something like this: “Necessity is the mother of all invention.” With its characteristic (manic) jam sessions, “complex, dissonant harmonies,” “rhythmically unpredictable skeins of accompanying (piano) chords,” and Kenny Clarke-style “dropping bomb” techniques on drums[1], what compelled bebop? On the surface, necessity might not seem to Read more…