Poem 18 ± June 22, 2015 - HIV Here & Now
Michael Montlack Black Book At the end of the 80s, he threw away his phone book; everyone in it was dead. Now strolling Christopher Street to brunch and therapy, he gazes into familiar doorwells, remembering leaning figures, handlebar mustaches curling, like fingers through denim belt loops: those five o’clock shadows in the shadows. He’s 66, paunchy ... [Read more...]