“Vienna, Spring 1962”; At Our Feet

“Vienna, Spring 1962”   Likely my e-mail header startled, shoved him back through time, like a birth canal in reverse, shuttled him to a place where his whole body was strange, slim and eager, in those stiff jeans, and somehow innocent, despite the Bennington girls he’d once seduced on their clichéd green lawn. His mission, […]