Blue Guitar

Several men are sitting quietly, when one exits into the next room to retrieve something from a box. The box is warm, and the insides smell like candles. The man returns to hear someone tuning a guitar. He can hear the guitar player, but can barely see him behind a large brass horn with a... Continue Reading →

Red Summer, White Masks and Crazy Blues

A deadly virus sweeps across the American nation and the world. There is no vaccine, no cure available. The only protections there are come as non-pharmaceutical strategies:  quarantine, hand washing, use of disinfectants, wearing protective masks and limitations of public gatherings. These restrictions are unpopular and applied unevenly. Volunteers making gauze masks There is violence... Continue Reading →

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