We are in York – old and newcity wall a thousand years older than my countryI want maps and phone-ahead bedsand Zagat ratings that say nothing condescendingly“American” You want ghost tours led byfake-accent Dickens castoffsand Yorkshire pudding with“Real American Chili”.YouRead more…
The inevitable molestation drama
Clear afternoon and no one on the road.Not 3 am abandoned,occupied like a teenager in chemistry.Like when Jimmy-my-lab-partnerhugged me so fiercely at the end blue eyes hidden in my shoulderas much wanting in my flesh asblackberries among the brambles. TheRead more…
wandered out of topic
I’ve done it again – wandered abruptly into or out of topic like the summer wanders out of seasonand my 39th year wandered into difficulty and scarcity and a serious kind of non-fun.Is it always in the rearview that weRead more…
the profit of time
“I learned nothing was safe or certain – least of all desire”She moaned from 6 feet and 50 years ago in blackand white in the old play that should not have been adapted forstage much less screen. The pronouncement wasRead more…