The Dead Sea

“Do you think the Dead Sea heals AIDS?” “You know there ain’t no Dead Sea in Long Beach, right?” “Just curious,” Adam chuckled as they stepped off the Long Island Rail Road and down the stairs, squinting at the sudden sun. Duncan was in his speedo and Adam in the trunks he’d insisted on wearing, …

Peace of History

  The cold wind gnawing at our contorted faces finally relents. Our cheeks relax and the door to his fortress slams behind us. My eyes adjust to the lush red terrain of the lobby’s floral carpet while gold light thaws all traces of the indigo West Village sky. All these years in the city and …