For Easy-Reading When You are Alone

She wanted them to think he was her lover, but more than that she wanted him as her lover. Even if only once…The Bird was playing. She tilted her heard toward the radio and listened to the hard sounds piling up on each other, yet not touching, waiting to hold Vinnie’s hand, the strange beautiful sounds moving her to a strange romance where love was born of affection, not sex; wanting to share just this, just these three minutes of the Bird with Vinnie, these three minutes out of space and time and just stand together, perhaps their hands touching, not speaking, yet knowing…just stand complete with and for each other not as man and woman or two men, not as friends or lovers, but as two who love…these three minutes together in a world of beauty, a world where there wasn’t even a memory of johns or punks, butch queens or Arthurs, just the now of love…         Page 53. “The Queen is Dead,” Last Exist to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby

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Photo: “Winter’s Hope” by Brush Strokes

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

3 Responses to “For Easy-Reading When You are Alone” Subscribe

  1. Sel 2012/03/03 at 04:40 #

    “…where love was born of affection…”
    Really pretty.

  2. Ainehi Edoro 2012/03/03 at 13:46 #

    Hey Sel,

    How are you? It’s been a while!

  3. Sel 2012/03/04 at 03:31 #

    Hey…I’m well and it has. Your space expanded…nice look.

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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