All posts by Bianca Spriggs

by Bianca SpriggsTo hear Eric Smith tell it, he’s just this guy who loves to make music. If you’ve ever been to the Sidebar, you’d know him

A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. —Franz Kafka In 1999 twenty-one writers in the San Francisco area decided to binge-write a novel with little

This story appears on page 4 of the November 11 edition of Ace.BY BIANCA SPRIGGS A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.—Franz KafkaIn

You old black gold, you’ve taken my lung/And your dust has darkened my home/And now that we’re old, you’re turnin’ your back/Where else can an old miner go? 

by Bianca SpriggsYou old black gold, you've taken my lung/And your dust has darkened my home/And now that we're old, you're turnin' your back/Where else can an old

BY BIANCA SPRIGGS What makes a woman feel like an assortment of disconnected body parts? For a time she might feel like a heart on two legs, walking

BY BIANCA SPRIGGSIn the midst of all the fanfare surrounding WEG, I daresay that this is the perfect opportunity to remind folks that for many, the Bluegrass isn't

BY BIANCA SPRIGGS “Wild women don’t get the blues,” Francine Reed wails on Lyle Lovett’s Live in Texas album. I

“We make the The Vagina Monologues look like The Sound of Music,” Donna Ison smiles into her Makers.  We’re enjoying