The Luxury of Ideal
Before my father died, I was never in trouble with the law. Daddy…
FOURTH OF JULY—An American Garden of Fire
Gunpowder flowers
bloom after dark,
Flaming roses,
black-eyed…
Spinning The Bottle
That first winter in high school, we were wild. Not…
The Night Will Be Young Forever
It was 1962, the rabble beyond the waterway were already well…
The Glitter of Her Laughter
I was still wearing the clothes I had slept in, and couldn’t…
Bomb Attack
About one month into the 9th grade, we were practicing for a…
Ignition
Whenever a girl got into my car, any chance of my paying undivided…
Larger Than the Land
Headed for Surfside in the wet cold morning, we took Highway…
Plumage and Perfume
Somewhere in the genetic code for human male behavior, there…