A Visit to Nyack, June 30, 2013
Black icing. That dark chocolate mousse cake catches a ripple of light. The first bite — an explosion of orgasmic sweetness in my mouth.
Didier and Dumas’
We see the river from up Main Street. A fog crouches on the brown-gray water underneath the mid-span of the bridge.
peeling white paint off
a corner house
Frankie pumps his legs as I give him a push. The swing carries him up, almost perpendicular with the top of the set. I ride one next to him. Feel my stomach drop, my head start to pound.
Mira’s river walk
vertigo for my son’s
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Myles Tan