Kevin Carrel FooterThe Agony of Pepe PavanThe kindness — and loneliness — of strangers.Mar 30, 2015Mar 30, 2015
Kevin Carrel FooterA Bubble, Two Clouds and a Turkish DateThe expanding soap bubble from a child’s wand emerges like one of God’s orbs in the dappled sunlight: a brief, magic, improbable moment.Mar 22, 2015Mar 22, 2015
Kevin Carrel FooterA Life of DesireWhen I cease to desire, I will be forgottenFeb 22, 2015Feb 22, 2015
Kevin Carrel FooterWrite Like You DanceI am of two minds: Sometimes I want to dance without words; other times I want to let the words out to dance all by themselves.Feb 8, 2015Feb 8, 2015
Kevin Carrel FooterI wrote. I danced. I played.My great-grandfather, who had a burr in his long johns like me, pedaled by bike across the United States in the late-1800s, stopping along…Jan 19, 2015Jan 19, 2015
Kevin Carrel FooterSmall, Overwhelming Pieces of BeautyI went to a gypsy fortune teller and she told me that I would end up alone and destitute. She read it in my palms, confirmed it in her…Nov 16, 2014Nov 16, 2014
