TBA Diaries: Mariano Pensotti, Sometimes I Think, I Can See You


Arts & Books
On Thursday, I was a poet. A poet who supported herself by waiting tables at Applebee’s and whose love for Jay-Z was rivaled only by an obsession with Public Enemy. I came from Indiana, where my grandparents still live, on a farm. I had a sister who was always setting me up on blind dates and always with terrible men. Men who didn’t ride bikes. Who only drove. Who voted Republican.On Thursday, ...   More
Sunday, September 22, 2013 REBECCA JACOBSON


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