THE PRICE OF A STAR

  And she sang of hope and harmony in a borrowed frock on Tuesday nights in a smokey bar below the Bowery where the Irish downed their whiskey while the Italians were always frisky and they touched her, always, afterwards her faithful followers fingering flesh as if to caress the affection she injected into lyrics, […]

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UNDER, ONWARDS & OVER

Washed over in whiskey and rum and falling, on a street, by a bridge in the lamplight as the river rushed under us onwards and out of sight, falling into each other in foreign lands into foreign hands sliding along foreign bodies, lean and slender, twists and thrusts of bodies curious to what they’d not […]

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