My father always said he had no country, and that all the lines we draw between us are imaginary ones we make up. He always had a joke up his…

My infant Silver naps beside me in his stroller. I can’t help but look for breathing just as a mosquito finds his thigh and produces the answer I am seeking,…

I still have visions of Dallas. Plenty of places shaped me as a musician. New Orleans, Mendocino, New York, lonesome highways, street corners, subway platforms. But Dallas shaped me first.