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To a wedding reception in Buffalo, across the endless Atlantic, with LSD to a raki bottle with a note inside
By Our ReadersAugust 1984There’s the pain denied so many times, in so many ways, that I know its disguises in others, can tell an honest man from a block away: he sways on his vulnerability, no flower but fully human, bends to his breeze, weeps in his rain.
By Sy SafranskyNovember 1983The hurricane gathers speed as it nears the Gulf Coast, winds now being clocked in excess of one hundred miles an hour. For two days newsmen have been reporting her progress and are congregating in Corpus Christi for a firsthand look at the expected devastation.
By Jo SappAugust 1983The inexorable pride that haunts me, the fever of gluttony, and lust that would forego God for an ecstatic moment are the gas, grease, and oil that lubricate this Hellbent vehicle. They are tears the sperm that race up the tube; they excite and terrify but they will never, never save me.
By David KoteenAugust 1983After leaving Warm Springs, I will have to learn the next steps on my own. I have no compadres about me to give me the benefit of their learning. I will, alone, have to build physical and emotional resources to deal with the real world.
By Lorenzo W. MilamJuly 1983Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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