When a gunman opened fire on congressional Republicans at a baseball practice, a Capitol Police officer from Baltimore County was among three officers who stepped up to engage him.

We never would have heard the beat if Jim had not forgotten his hat,

In our bedroom at Casa Brandaritz,

The old farm house, built in the 16th century,

Same family

“I don’t care what you’ve heard,”

she said, “because you may have heard

something different than I. 

Jordan Peele’s 2016 film Get Out isn’t at all what you’d expect in terms of mainstream “horror”: it’s not all gratuitous blood splatter with a half-baked plot.

The Whitney Biennial was a breath of fresh air this year. There weren’t too many dark, disturbing installations of dismembered animals or humans to wander through.

RUSSIAN MILITARY INTELLIGENCE executed a cyberattack on at least one U.S. voting software supplier and sent spear-phishing emails to more than 100 local election officials just days before last November’s presidential election, according to a highly classified intelligence report obtained by The Intercept.

Unsung heroes have become a common theme for African-American literature and movies in the modern age. The Help, Hidden Figures and The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks focus on the black struggle and unsung women who helped changed the world.

Lately, things do what they shouldn’t,

like a house in Kansas that remains intact

inside a tornado, or a clock in Fort Greene

missing a hand

DEFA is presently curating an art exhibit entitled "The American Dream: The Latino Experience in America,” to be shown at the Belskie Museum of Art, in Closter, New Jersey, in April, 2018. 

s there a more backhanded compliment for an artist than “artist’s artist?” This term denotes an artist whose work is of such quality that it was really only celebrated by other artists during their time.

Old leaves survived, dead, well into spring.

I’ve outlived myself again.

It was the second round of flashlight tag. We’d been screeching up a storm of fake horror since the sun set. Beth was “it.” I ran far away from her and crouched behind a headstone at the edge of the cemetery grounds near the field.

When I was thirteen years old, I hated Emily Dickinson. A great English teacher named Neil Selden introduced me to two of her poems: "I'm nobody. Who are you?" and "Hope is the thing with feathers."

We here, the gang at A Gathering of the Tribes, are saddened to share the news that our friend, collaborator, and patron Jack Tilton is no longer with us.

It is a curious show. Curious even for me who was born & grew up in Japan & knows its culture. VERY curious for a non-Japanese who knows little about it.

The Congolese musicians arrived.  They went immediately into their complex bongo, conga, and chakra rhythms, making their opening sequence a tribute to their African deities.  This was accompanied by a lively dance, performed by lithe, agile male and female dancers, each of whom had obviously been honing their craft since childhood.