My Favorite Playmate: A Daughter’s Loving Tribute to Neal Cassady
“He looks so old!” was my first thought as the hospital elevator doors parted, revealing my dad. ...
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Posted by Cathy Sylvia | May 15, 2016 | Memoirs, Fiction & Poetry
“He looks so old!” was my first thought as the hospital elevator doors parted, revealing my dad. ...
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from: Our Year in Downtown Red Yesterday’s sunshine and spectacular seventy degrees are replaced...
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“Francis Thompson (!)” i “My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap. My days have crackled and...
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“I love St. Francis of Assisi as well as anybody in the world.” Desolation Angels Once a sybarite...
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“Count Basie’s swing arrangements are not blaring, but they contain more drive, more power, and...
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Tristessa Black tresses Dirty dresses You mess-a Mucha lucha, Muchacha, señorita Esperanza Junk is...
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It was Paradise Alley so long ago In the alphabet downtown east Lived a subterranean in clouds of...
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“I hitch-hiked to Asbury Park . . . when I got there, I was exhausted—” i Carousel gone “No plans,...
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