Jason Irwin: We Watched the Lights
You hardly touched your food.
Down to fifty-eight pounds
at your last check-up.
Yet, your hair was still beautiful…
June 25, 2020 · Leave a comment
Miriam Levine: On the Steps of the Miami Beach Cinematheque
Soon I’d be eighty. My hip ached,
the thumb he kissed bent with arthritis.
His scent was lime, and the nape
of his neck smooth as summer jade.
July 20, 2019 · 5 Comments
