Alan Gann

rabbit dens, though alluring and fun always reminded her — of him but blue bonnets in an open field no longer seemed enough    so… I Alice chased a gray schnauzer down an ocherous brick path discussed Goethe/Freudian allusion in the early Mamet plays with that corny old hippie she met hanging out in the […]

Are those gang colors? Does that heart beat beneath a pointed white hood? Why must they jabber like that?  How to hold another’s eyes in mine without fear, reveal the shared desires? Struggling to walk streets free from a history of pain and twisted yearnings, where arms are raised like the hey! of Greek wedding dances