Not a cage but an organ: if he thought about it, he'd go insane. Yes, if he thought about it philosophically, he was a bubble of bad air in a closed system. He sleeps on his feet until the bosses enter from the paths of Research and Administration- the same white classmates he had helped through Organic Chemistry. A year ago they got him a...Learn More

For Michael S. Harper Billie Holiday’s burned voice had as many shadows as lights, a mournful candelabra against a sleek piano, the gardenia her signature under that ruined face. (Now you’re cooking, drummer to bass, magic spoon, magic needle. Take all day if you have to with your mirror and your bracelet of song.) Fact is, the invention of...Learn More