Catherine Eisner

 You’re IT. Pass it on. it, it , pronoun , the neuter of he, him , (and formerly his ), applied to a thing without life, a lower animal, a...

Since, in each case of my lantern slides this evening, the image is a species of ideological propaganda let us compare and contrast the exhi...

          There was a time when skies made shadows of           those great wings that cursed our house a midday dark,               where e...

Lower than dirt Once I lived lower than dirt;  below, in the basement area, under the steps to my master’s front door. I woul...

             Though endlessly in his City of Stone              From every corner of the Boulevards              His voice is yammering...

I have mentioned here and there, somewhat tangentially, the dilemma of my German-born father, accused by his sister in a fierce letter from ...