Frank Coelho

I’m not certifiably mad yet, but I may very well be heading in that general direction.

We've always known that a good story has the ability to change us. But now, there's actual hard evidence that it can actually alter our brain chemistry.

I like to play with the image of the drunken writer. Maybe you’ve noticed.

The secret to our development and evolution has not been pure self-interest directed by our reptilian brains but – hang on to your copy of The Fountainhead – group cooperation.

As I stare at the blank page before me, I pretend to know what I’m going to write about.

“Do you love me?” That's the very first line of dialogue uttered in Bruno de Almeida's impressionistically-sultry, Cabaret Maxime.

The train came to a grinding halt.

Feature article about The Escape, the latest film project from BMW starring Clive Owen.

Ours is but a microcosm of the larger reality out there.

He was a shape-shifting octopus.

"For Sale: Baby Shoes Never Worn."

Dear Frank:
It's time for some introspection, if I may say so myself.

It started out like most Warren Township Committee meetings normally do.

It's not Brigitte Bardot.

I'll get right to the heart of the matter.