How do I even begin to tell you how wonderful Life on Mars is? Tracy K. Smith’s poetry fills me with peace and such joy, even when she writes about how inhuman we can be.
Did you miss me last week? Let’s pretend that you did. While traipsing around the Northwest US on a working-vacation, I bought myself a stack of records — the most exciting of which is David Bowie’s Hunky Dory for a mere $8. I don’t need a pristine sleeve, so as long as the vinyl itself […]