If I won a million bucks, I don’t think it would feel quite as good as hearing Boz Scaggs’ “Lido Shuffle” come on at a dance, and everyone watching me twirl and twirl and twirl to the keyboard solo, after which I would hear them...
Read MoreShe danced in the crowd near the stage. The lights were in my eyes and I could not see her clearly. The crowd surged with the music, now bringing her closer, now pulling her away. I kept forgetting the words. So I sang anything,...
Read More“The image never goes away. “I’m unable to see him, but I can feel his hand on my right shoulder. I blanch at the odor of tobacco and booze as he warbles too close to my head. His voice is pregnant with regret, the elegy of...
Read MoreAt school the day after, they had made the joke: What kind of wood doesn’t float? They must’ve known she was my first, the one I’d taken to prom. (Prom always sounds too short—promenade superior—but promenade makes me think of...
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