Monthly Archives: December 2023

December 19, 1978 – East Village – Journal

Last night I went to CBGBs. Grant sat with Kim, who is now a waitress there. She doesn’t seem happy and looks like she wants to rip off her apron and join me in drinking, although she’s already drunk. I kissed her on the cheek and she asked, “Have you heard from Alice?” “No,” I […]

December 18, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

Alice left the East Village. We have lived at 256 East 10th since August. I carry her heavy blue bag down to the street corner. It’s not too cold and she’s wearing a long green Mormon dress, a distressed purple sweater, and her favorite high-heeled boots. I want her to stay with me, but both […]

The Touch of Hands

A hand Five fingers The veined back and fleshy palm. Two hands Ten fingers A woman’s hand Mine are scarred Accidents and fights Only on my right hand. A woman’s hands Palms On my cheeks Soft and warm. It’s been years. Since a woman’s touched Me. Eyes shut Soul open Bewitched by the palms Of […]

Tennyson Walk the Isle of Wight 1985

December 1985 Vonelli invited Lizzie and me to the Isle of Wight. We were sitting in a Bastille cafe. Lizzie had a show on TV that night. Her song was playing on the radio. I had to work at the Balajo later. There wasn’t much holiday spirit on the Rue De La Roquette. “We’ll do […]

60 Minus 1 – 2011

Friends, family, and strangers constantly say that I don’t look my age. I’ve stopped looking in the mirror in favor of regarding my shadow against the ground, especially at sunset, so my innate narcissistic nature guillibly believes the complements and lies. This weekend was my birthday. One short of the next big one. Andrea from […]