"The giver of rocks left two peaks and one cliff--said climb up some time"...I wrote in June 2004,some 33 years later. That summer of 1971 I also signed up for some night courses at NYU one in music, one on films one in computer programming. I was going to start new careers. I was going "straight"-poems would come as insights on special occasions. But I showed one poem to Walter, who taught an English class I had also signed up thinking I would go back to news reporting, a career I had miserablly failed at earlier. Walter almost gushed that I had talent renewing my hopes. I wrote him off at first as a gay guy blowing smoke trying not to hope or fall in love, which I did. One more melting bolt.

The there was a woman.Ruby (not her real name.) She, if not a nymphomaniac, was at least a sex machine.