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 TanHire An Editor