202 East 7th by Steve Kowit

  Now & again I catch myself staring back into that world, decades gone. Cassidy is defending the Chinese Revolution, arms crossed over his lean, naked chest. He is 20, agitated of course, but laughing, nevertheless, as he paces the room. From a chair in the corner, Doug Reisner’s hoarse, equivocal chuckle, & Lenny is grinning, delighted, & Murray, laconic […]