A Faithful Murder

As a kid you fed the crows in the garden behind your parents’ house. You liked that they learned not to be afraid of you over time.

Should I Be Writing at a Time Like This?

For every person I’ve met proclaiming the necessity for real art, I’ve met at least two more people too terrified to share their passion. Asking a young writer, still trying to find their voice in a world of such infinite mass media and “content”, to compare themselves to James Baldwin… That seems unfair. Either shape a generation or shut up? Should we be joking at a time like this?