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The twenty-four year old wears his cap of raven ringlets like a crown. They are impossibly ornate, a fever dream made real of some long-dece...

March 2024 You walk like a New Yorke , someone recently told me. At the time, I chose to take it as a compliment. When I’m on the city stre...

Gentle reader, it is a truth universal that when absence makes the heart yearn for its truant scribe of fleshly delights…Ahem. Excuse me. I’...

1979 Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our l...

Summer 1978 By dusk, he’s perched upon his chosen picnic table top, boots planted on the bench. The seat of his jeans scrapes across splint...