Last Thursday evening I saw the trailer for the five-part Matthew Barney art flick The Cremaster Cycle. I’d heard a little bit about this series, caught the few last words at the end of one or two conversations. Little Adam said, “like […]

possessing photographs
My sisters like to accuse me of inventing memories that never happened in the first place. Older sister says this because the memories are so obscure, and seem to have no place in the order of other memories; like the time the[…]