Imperfect Love
I love you for the blue vein which crosses your shoulder like a river going nowhere, the overripe sag of your breasts that once let pencils fall, your spindly legs which barely hold your frame, the frizzy strands of hair… Read more ›
I love you for the blue vein which crosses your shoulder like a river going nowhere, the overripe sag of your breasts that once let pencils fall, your spindly legs which barely hold your frame, the frizzy strands of hair… Read more ›
The horses on the carousel shimmy up the silver poles with front legs raised and nostrils flaring as if they have been frightened by something in their path. My face reflected in the gold-framed mirrors, I hold on for dear… Read more ›
she is a silver fish, spinning on the line at midnight, catching the light of a thousand stars. she is an angel soaring to ethereal heights every hair still locked in place a perfect smile painted on her face she… Read more ›
The widows in the Catskills loved my father. They ran their fingers through his wonderful silver hair and marveled at his virility. When he was 82 we found a giant box of Trojans in the glove compartment of his totaled… Read more ›
Crew o semicrew? the bald Sicilian barber asked with a stern regard that warned the high school toughs with Elvis pompadours and duck’s ass backs they’d best go elsewhere. I no hurt you kid, he promised, drawing the sheet… Read more ›
Almost overnight winter slinked away like a lethargic cat, his pneumonia was gone, and new life sprang from every withered branch, from every pool of melted snow. He could feel his own pulse quicken as he oiled the chain on… Read more ›
you can call me vos (tu in other parts) I am Arturo Puro Corazon a Latino trapped in a gringo’s body his legs too long for the taxis in Managua the knees crammed up to his eyeballs his feet too… Read more ›
This is the land of happy dogs trailing wide-eyed children down the red paved sidewalks, past the pink and turquoise shops with their hand-painted signs, the coffee-colored women leaning out from the tortilla stands, the girls weaving bracelets, the tall… Read more ›