COSTINGS

  I read you through pictures, past and fading, fast forgetting what it was to be free, what it was to be healthy. I read you in leaves that fall from twisted trees when summer is still shining, when autumn has not yet begun, when seasons no longer come when expected. I read you in […]

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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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