Dancing With a Black Girl in West Virginia, 1971
Music sweeps us up in a gentle rise, a sirocco, a slight swaying of hips. Black and white in 1971 …
Music sweeps us up in a gentle rise, a sirocco, a slight swaying of hips. Black and white in 1971 …
My grandfather’s hands are smooth, hard, polished stones. His once blue eyes now steel. Grandmother’s hair is the moon’s ashes, …
On difficult days I ask… Is it a dream, this milky sleepwalk from the sea? I used to believe in …