******Barnegat Lighthouse, Long Beach Island, the Atlantic Ocean, weekend in late August. Daniel here among us, the last time we’d all be together. Dead now–lung cancer, Parkinson’s, dementia. After a day trudging through dunes, entangled in dune grass, lugging paint, easels, and stretched canvas, longwinded disputes: Cezanne or Matisse? We are flopped on the floor […]
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Another end-of-the-year, backyard high school party in the suburbs. Of course, no one danced, though all movement seemed to be solemnized by a strobe as thick-rolled joints were passed around slowly and the keg in the ice-tub out back was tapped. My girlfriend, I mean my ex-girlfriend, had dumped me the week
Years ago, my girlfriend’s sister ran off, and we had to go to Rittenhouse Square and wade through a pre-dawn spate of bodies—fringe, leather, sweat, Hindu oils and acrid smoke–to ask an ex-high school math teacher peddling LSD, young runaway hillbillies, Irish factory girls, and one tall black guy whose astrological signs served as names
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