Meet me at the Lighthouse in Hermosa Beach, That shabby, squat nightclub on its foggy pier. Let’s aim for the summer of ’71, When all of our friends were young and immortal.
The pool whirrs suddenly, and the bluebottom stirs, like the blue
in the sky when clouds sail across its seas.The tangerine sapling may be
dying, hasn’t grown in two months. Frondson palms are limp and brown.
Paradise is thirsty this November. [...]
Here and there occasionalas navels and avocados droppedby the path, scarlet cardinals,puppies, squirrels, and dodo birds pop
on front yards—pressed resin, pressedtin, all kinds of acrylic from China.Someone loves them no lessthan the animals tha [...]
Let’s go downtown. It’s a hot summer night. Lovers are sitting in sidewalk cafés— Breaking up, making up, hooking up, cooking up Plans for tonight that leave them amazed.
In early December 2013 and early 2014, writer Kwame Dawes and photographer Andre Lambertson traveled to Jamaica to investigate the experience of people living with HIV/AIDS in the Christian church.
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