When I close my eyes and think of my hometown, the elements that come to mind are not that much different from what my great-grandfather encountered when he arrived in Cleveland from his Ukrainian village of Staryava almost a century ago, in 1929.

It came and went like a dream, as all good things do. 

We are in the midst of the MLB playoffs, baby, and the Cleveland Guardians (neé Indians) are, for the moment, in it. And I want that to mean more than it does.

Black artists have it bad in Cleveland.

The corporate culture of the Cleveland Electric Illuminating Co. is alive and well.

I first met Donald Black, Jr. (a.k.a. D. Black) in November of 2010.

Some of my most cherished conversations are with the artist Donald Black, Jr., also known as D. Black.

I first read “Love & Solidarity” as a blurry EPUB on my phone, in spare moments snatched from my shifts at one of America’s largest retail chains.

I remember when I once wrote a piece about George Forbes that was considered “too favorable” by an alternative press editor.

Mike DeCapite’s Jacket Weather is the story of a man in his fifties rekindling a relationship with June, a woman with whom he reveled in New York’s thriving punk scene as a youth.

Originally published in July of 1992, this special double issue of Point of View comprised an alternative history of Cleveland’s mayoral past to explore a foundational question of American politics: who governs?

We’re into the quicksand of borrowing and spending for wealthy sports owners again without the news media EVER trying to put into context what we are spending for Haslam, Dolan and Gilbert.

Aren’t you just thrilled that the Plain Dealer/Cleveland.com, as they like to say, will look at St. Louis and Cincinnati to see what WE might do with the lakefront dream offered by Jimmy Haslam, a guy noted for running a company that cheated his truck driving customers.