by Gene Twaronite
I stare at the photograph
of a bare-chested 18-year-old
trying to look brutish,
crouching as if
ready to pounce,
projecting his masculinity
lest the image fade. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Gene Twaronite
Remnants
Filed under Poetry
Hopper’s People
By Gene Twaronite
I stare impolitely,
captivated by the artist’s ensnaring
strokes that demand we enter
and drink in every detail— Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
Forever 21
by Gene Twaronite
All the dresses
in the store look
made for people who
never have to worry
if they’ll fit.
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