“Chris,” my dad began, “there are two things in this world that mean everything to a real man. I’m talking about the ingredients that make real men. Do you understand me? Are you following my thinking on this?”      I slurped up another spoonful of Frosted Flakes. I nodded my head “yes.” I remember having…

     That summer I was slaving at the record store. Galaxy of Sound, where the stars come out. That advertising slogan is burned in my brain. Every time I recite it, I picture faces materializing in a dark sky. Gordon Lightfoot or Linda Ronstadt, at the speed of light, coming right at me out of the…

She chose a physics major for fun, studied religiously between big party blow outs and a million dates with a million boyfriends, one in a wheelchair. At night she’d get plastered with her fellow-physicists in the old Washburn Observatory under the star cover she could identify name by name, blindfolded, because she knew their formations…

distracting desire love’s a dream passing at night lingering perfume lingering perfume hints of love’s reality even in our dreams even in our dreams that perfect time of true love lasting an instant lasting an instant fleeting love that might have been never seen again never seen again a love so pure it blinds us…

I suppose you know I was in love with you. All those letters. We were a pair of regular epistolary fiends. That’s why I came back to Madison in ’82. But the very first day, right after you picked me up at the airport and dropped me at Mel’s place, I saw you downtown with…

green buds thrive in spring love shapes our long years falling moving back in time I give you my love hard true high and passionate you held in my arms in love’s pure circumference geometry burns colder than hottest passion for only true love and all that can mean for two leaving us breathless yes…

on winter night walks cold gloved hands grasp together barely feeling you

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