by Nancy Machlis Rechtman She feels her way through the dappled landscapeCradling the memories of a time when it was filled with lightAnd hopeAnd dreamsInstead of this endless echo chamberOf lonelinessWhere she now resides. The sun has yielded to the moon’s prowessSinking slowly across the Western skyBut this is no…
By Josh Medsker I am on stage with Patti Smith. Kasama ko paglalaro ng gitara. I can’t hear what she’s saying, ngunit siya flapping sa paligid ang kanyang mga arm, at ang aking gitara is just throwing out waves of feedback. Ito tran…
