Arts & Letters

Not long ago, I was listening to Apple Music — the usual shuffle, half-attentive — when a song stopped me. […]

Theodor Adorno once declared that to write poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric. It was not a provocation so much as

It was that uncertain hour when dusk has not quite surrendered to dark. We had just left a wake —

Behind the wheel of my familiar car, steeped in memories of my study-abroad days in the US, I let Miles