Class of ’63

  He’s searching for a pair of sea-green eyes, a strand of streaked blond hair, the full lips he hungrily kissed by the lake in Central Park some fifty years ago.   It all comes back, impromptu concerts on the Read more ›

you said

after so much pain you said you’d be my talisman my lucky penny silver eye my sacred hand of God dangling from a chain to prevent mischance you said you’d christen me with secret names so death would never find Read more ›

mayan frieze

like figures in a Mayan frieze the borders hem us in I can’t tell where you leave off and I begin I eat to satisfy your hunger you drink to quench my thirst your slightest wound marks my skin with Read more ›