brutally, I will miss it our innocent bloodletting your busy handsome fingers casually blasé but playing heated games of yes and no whispering I want you take me against the wall take me with a secret gesture take me speeding on the freeway take me teasing talking dirty take me bathed in sweetness take me […]
It is the burning question on every burning lip nowadays. These are the results of an exhaustive survey. Serious students may wish to take notes. What makes a woman sexy: It is a matter of taste, spread out like a picnic; it unravels in stages like a blossoming open; it is all full moon and […]
Aaron and Sylvie Stern had a secret. They had a fine house and a trim lawn, they had social standing, they had a sterling country club. They even had a nice credit rating, but with all this they had a secret, too, and one day it sought expression. Secrets do that, like great love affairs […]
Silence is NOT a virtue. I don’t know much about life but I know a lot about love. I don’t know how to split atoms, I don’t split body from mind, but I’ve split many infinitives and I split my gut laughing. O hell, I’ve been splitting fine hairs with tradition for years. I don’t […]
Grandfather at the Fair An Unlikely Bridge Between the Old World and the New Mother is swaddled in furs, napping. She leans to one side, snoring lightly, and her diamond earrings sparkle like headlights. Mellowed with wine, I prop up my feet, light up a cigarette and daydream about the voluptuous charms of my latest […]
The first time I saw Rachel she was singing the blues, she was outgrowling Eartha Kitt, she was crooning full mouthed blue dirt and funk, a caterwaul strain like a siren. The first time I saw Rachel she sang a case hardened lullaby, she was threading the silvery eye of a needle. She was shooting […]
DEEP WATER FLESH When the Love Childe Wallis Stern opens her mind she opens her heart like she opens a book. And so should we all. To wit and as follows: The Tall Girl Nell kicks off a stiletto heel, dangles a long delicate foot in the water, and s/he says: I have a recurrent […]
For Mary Helen Lynch (12.1.47-1.27.2011) “Real art has the capacity to make us nervous.”–Susan Sontag Inspired by Robin Lowey’s moving essay about the late great Lynnly Labovitz, together with Vicki Randle’s piece about so charming and alarming a “warrior woman” as Lynnly clearly was, I determined to honor Mary and bear witness to her most […]
For Mary H. Lynch (12.1.47-1.27.2011) And you were always my sister… This is not my body, this frozen ground; no, my body is a field of flowers waking. This is not my body, this drifting wood; my body is a splitting sea, all brine magic and wingspan. Not mine, not mine, this haunted ruin that […]
She probably already lives in your very own building. She is always smiling in your direction—or haven’t you noticed?—walking her heavily betesticled mucho masculine dog. You certainly have noticed in passing her tall dark and handsome sartorial elegance. You avert your eyes in the hallway, you show no apparent interest. You dare not even make […]
Hang on, it's going to be a wild ride!
Robin
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