The Glow of the Past
Weekly stories about life at the Beach in the 1960′s.
A horse is the most compelling toy possible for a budding young girl. Equine males walk around continually naked. Even geldings sometimes achieve moderate elongation when mares in heat raise and roll their tails askew presenting themselves shamelessly. My little sister admitted to me once that she and her friends had to be careful not […]
My first romance rode a painted horse called “Beauty.” She was cute, precious beyond measure, beyond time, for she is always there, freckled and fiery red-haired, kicking the flanks of Beauty; she gallops in youth’s eternal moment. I am under the spell of whatever it is, that little thing, which is gigantic, that runs away […]