A Bar called Open Skies

Life won't explain its addictive shadows.
You spend a night on the periphery,
trace jaw lines of untouchable dancers
as you watch the libidos of strangers
writhe like Catullus, weaving illusions

held tight as nymphs in the wet dreams of fauns.
Here, the prettiest girls in town say they're
ambivalent on the taste of men's skin.
But script in your blood drives you to tell them
kindred sentiments to make them like you,

while aberrations are whispers summoned.
Now you wonder what kind of freak you are.
No matter. After all, it's the reason
your uncertainties drag you here. And why
lesbians' brandied lips kissed your laughter.

Las Vegas, Nevada, 2002

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Biography

live in Tucson, Arizona, USA, hold an MA in Humanities, and have served as an adjunct faculty member with City Colleges of Chicago's European Division. I am a member of the Society for Historians of American Foreign Relations. Publication credits include Because I Fly (McGraw-Hill), A Time of Trial (Hidden Brook Press), and the journals Columbia Review, Conspire, CrossConnect, Electric Acorn, Melic Review, Paumanok Review, Poetry Greece, Stolen Island Review, Southern Ocean Review, Trinity College Journal, Ygdrasil, and War, Literature and the Arts.