I know what you're thinking, That's a black guy riding a horse, not John Wayne. You're right. Christina Choe's short film depicts a metaphorical version of the Wild West, which happens to be Brooklyn.
Blindfolded, I fidgeted nervously in the back of an unmarked car, squished between a gunrunner and a young Free Syrian Army soldier. It had been at least an hour since we left the border town of Kilis, Turkey, and we were now off-roading across the Syria-…
My grandmother's name is Irma. She's 100 years old. She grew up over a German butcher shop in Buffalo, New York, and spent her life traveling the West as a biochemist. I moved in with her in New Mexico last winter. She's lots of fun.
The widespread denial of the existence of large cats—like panthers, leopards and lions and tigers—in the Australian bush, strangely defies the number of sightings by locals and budding cryptozoologists.