Image Essay by Theresa Williams
Elvis Presley seemed like a wandering soul in search of a purpose that remained just out of reach.
Elvis Presley seemed like a wandering soul in search of a purpose that remained just out of reach.
I’ve often wondered what keeps other musicians and writers going, especially those who aren’t out to make a hit record.
There I see, not only reflected but clarified and articulated in ways I hadn’t imagined possible, the inside of myself.
What narrative or allegory arises in this collage when a snake flies through the air carrying a staircase?
On page one, older brother Ira drunkenly insults his mama.
Spanish and music became ingrained in me, but English was my mother tongue.
He wore a blue jumpsuit with flames over his crotch. He swirled a yellow cape on one arm, amid dancers dressed in spider-webbed leotards.