Jon Dambacher’s new book is a poetry collage of two families that include an American WWII soldier, a French socialite, their liar & cheat of a son, a shy East LA girl, her angry cabdriving brother… & a murder.
Diggin this collaboration.
I love Greta. I almost dismissed this. Didn’t want it to affect how I feel about the song. But I’ve been there. Sometimes you just gotta have a solo dance party. Even if it doesn’t quite go with the music, even if it’s downright ugly. Actually, that’s even better. Just feel it, and get all the shit in your heart out out out.
December’s beginning (Advent). Where does it go?