This week, a poem by Dana Kopel…. read more

Morrisroe didn’t have the longevity, dying from AIDS at age 30, but he had the fame and notoriety to justify the release of his ephemera: letters, song lyrics, hospital records, art school reviews, exhibition advertisements, and excerpts from his collaborative Boston punk-scene ‘zine, Dirt…. read more

It’s impossible to see a Morrisroe photograph clearly. Try it. Something is always in shadow, painted-over, scratched, composed so that it is just off-screen, taunting you. … read more