Down in the Depths
UNM’s Eurydice is an otherworldly, fiendish delight
What We Talk About When We Talk About Blood
attorney- turned- writer does justice to the system in Guilt
The Old Men Across the Sea
Looking up from a drink in a dark bar the other night, I was confronted by a group of aging Hungarian men clad in Speedos and gold jewelry. One had his arms crossed over his bare chest and looked like a mob boss interrogating a rat, right before the rat gets whacked and his body is chopped into small bits. I would have been scared shitless had I not been looking at a photograph.