The Coo of a Blue-Plumed Bird

Written on 25 August, 2016, on Facebook.   Strange. In the past few days, I’ve taken to replaying Aaliyah—“Try Again,” “More Than a Woman,” “We

I am with friends, those ones who have become family, when I realize that the book on the marble table is John Berger’s and our

I should begin by confirming that I’m neither a music critic nor a video expert. Billboard has been my go-to, as it is millions of

1. When I write prose fiction and poetry, the sparks that birth my words ignite from within, a thing riotous and chaotic, kindling and kindling

I read the book after I watched the film. It has never happened before. Not because I think films are equivalent to books—they mostly aren’t—but

“Particula,” Major Lazer ft. Nasty C, IcePrince, Patoranking, Jidenna “Sugar,” Myro “Yu Zimme,” Lisa Mercedez ft. Ms Banks & Stylo G “Untouched,” The Veronicas “Mirage,”