Author: KCF

Audio members, listen here: When the river started to rise, they busied themselves getting everything as high up as they could. They threw ropes over the rafters and hoisted furniture into the air. A dining room table and its chairs became an elaborate swaying chandelier. They drove the livestock to the highest part of this…

Audio members, listen here: From the introduction to my new book “TQBA: Tango Queer Buenos Aires”: Think of these photos as part of a dance. Where you see two people, count three. Taking photographs, I was not an outsider looking in but rather an insider looking at oneself in a mirror. The joy and ecstasy…

Audio members, listen here: Thank you for your letter.  I am well. It has been a trying time. But now the storm has passed and the detritus left in its wake is treasure. I reap the richness now. Scattered seeds are punching up through the hard soil. Their birth was troubled — but isn’t it…

Audio Members, listen here: Today is my mom’s birthday. If she were alive today, she would be 95. She lived a long, rich life even if most of the last decade was bittersweet due to mental deterioration. However, she never lost her laugh and her good cheer. Even when she didn’t remember who I was,…

Audio Members, listen here: At 13:53hs the first tender flame appeared. The tell-tale fizzling sound that had been overlooked repeatedly by repair crews sent into the below-sidewalk chamber to make other, more-urgent repairs at last ignited the paper wrappings of someone’s forgotten lunch left in flagrant disregard of company regulations and burst into flame. Within…