fiction with a dark edge
I can count in one breath the number of new musicians I've come to include in my listening repertoire since the late 1990s. According to research, I'm not alone in losing my penchant for new-music discovery at around that age. Recently I went on a quest to rediscover the joy of music.
When the days are lengthening, it is possible to believe that eternal expansion is possible, that whatever is happening now will continue, only better, and that life is always on the upswing.
If you are looking to get away from thinking about COVID-19, you may want to skip this post. After weeks of trying—and failing—to turn my writing away from the reality we’re all living, I decided to confront it directly. Doing so has helped clear a space for focusing on other things. Is it a love... Continue Reading →
I wrote four odes this week, after promising to write one a week, so technically I'm off the hook for the rest of the month. But don't be surprised if you hear from me again before March is over. To the public health officials Did you imagine this challenge when you signed up for this,... Continue Reading →
Welcome to our day of reckoning. Sirens approach, heralding nearing disasters. Catastrophes invade our countries, our states, our cities, our homes, our bodies. Fires rage, both actual and metaphorical. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8HnC7LS1jU And I write. I document disaster in tiny print, writing smaller and smaller, writing myself down a spiral of denial. The illusion of control boils... Continue Reading →
AUDREY KALMAN 