Forgotten Papers Portraits
Iranian architectural legacy and leaving Paris.
I was supposed to be gone a year, but it didn't exactly happen like that: a broken heart
An unsent letter... time passing and Pinochet.
A drowned town.
Shaw makes me mad: back when theatre was in high school
A poem after the prom... an unheld body of work.
Emily M. Keeler
Eggs, or a fig.
This is the time: ideals, reckoning, our best selves, and Laurie Anderson
A Romantic understanding of local spaces and early Sci Fi...the kiboshed PhD conclusion.
Portraits of readers for Our forgotten papers, or the one that got away