(For Elena) Blue morning light; dreams still ferreting, tangled sheets and warm. Though there is no mountain, he frets about the other side. About the days to come, and the one that’s here, idling. About the long march, the...
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It was 1969, a tough time to be the only chubby kid in an athletic family. I had no idea then how many of the emaciated fashion models and actresses I adored were desperately ill with anorexia. Much later we’d learn it boasts...
Read MoreMarta, I am grateful to you For having told me That before you get out of bed in the morning You think of what you are grateful for. I wonder who told you That before they get out of bed in the morning They think of what they...
Read MoreI have not forgotten you. It is true there are many other people I have also not forgotten – Many folks I have especially liked And some who have frightened me – But this morning I find It is you I am thinking of. I wonder if...
Read More(for Ann Starr) This novel of yours, your first, Which you are about to complete, When you get it published, If the whole is as good As the parts you allowed me to see, Will attract readers. Definitely. I imagine them flocking...
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