Review of “Persefone,” directed by Grazia Tricarico

If you never thought the words “necrophilia” and “gorgeous” could be in the same sentence, you haven’t seen “Persefone” yet. An official selection of the 26th annual New Orleans Film Festival, I had the honor of attending the screening a few weeks ago with the director, (e mia amica nuova), Grazia Tricarico. Although only about fifteen minutesContinue reading “Review of “Persefone,” directed by Grazia Tricarico”

The Day the Eastern Seaboard Went to Sleep

The night the lights went out you took the Bic from my pocket and lit a Marlboro candle *** Our tobacco stained kitchen didn’t mind the loss of the fridge and the ice machine *** Didn’t interrupt our voices, because all that was left were my words waiting for yours *** We found that oldContinue reading “The Day the Eastern Seaboard Went to Sleep”

French and other languages I don’t know

We split an apple once. Straight down the middle. You made a joke about what you thought the core looked like and I laughed. We didn’t really know each other but you liked that I knew the French call orgasm “le petit mort,” or “the little death,” and I liked you were the type ofContinue reading “French and other languages I don’t know”

A little behind “a word I haven’t found yet”

As a writer, I am always searching for the next word or phrase that perfectly and accurately describes how I feel or what I’m trying to say. Unfortunately, sometimes that word can’t be found in English, or Swahili, or Mandarin, but I’ll discover a phrase a year later in some language that only three people left on Earth speak thatContinue reading “A little behind “a word I haven’t found yet””