Peter DuongIn the evening the moths visit me, they float softly, silver glowing, with stealth, they bring to…Off season in San Marcos. The tourists are sparse. The restaurants are vacant. The weather is fickle. One moment — azure sky without…Jun 6, 2019Jun 6, 2019
Peter DuongIn the evening the moths visit me, they float softly, silver glowing, with stealth, they bring to…Off season in San Marcos. The tourists are sparse. The restaurants are vacant. The weather is fickle. One moment — azure sky without…Jun 6, 2019Jun 6, 2019
Peter DuongOh beloved, it doesn’t matter if I never see, again, this world, burning, red-violet sunrises…Jun 6, 2019Jun 6, 2019
Peter Duongthat winter, it rained and rained while we watched john waters film, obnoxious, repulsive, and…humorous, depictions of depravity, bestiality, incest, it made homosexuality, seem so remarkably dull, weJun 6, 2019Jun 6, 2019
Peter DuongWhat is this shade of sadness called?Perhaps it is not a color but a geography. Like a derelict corner where hookers and hobos hide, with the smell of urine, with used…Jun 6, 2019Jun 6, 2019
Peter DuongMy mother sings, she hums, while washing the dishes, at the kitchen sink, her voice floats through…When the dishes are finished, my mother stands ironing the clothes, and I can see, that she is in the past now, no longer by the Hudson…Jun 5, 2019Jun 5, 2019
Peter DuongThe New York I remember is not the New York I now return to, many years later, the bars, the cafes…I am searching for something I know cannot be found and yet I continue to skim down 17th street, and when I arrive at my destination, I…Jun 5, 2019Jun 5, 2019
Peter DuongMy Dearest Cupcake:Is it hot where you are? Tell me more about the sirocco, that wind, does it come at a certain hour of the day? I imagine you sleeping in…Jun 5, 2019Jun 5, 2019
Peter Duongthis feeling i get, like on a sunny day listening to slow jazz, a lingering saxophone, and the…Jun 5, 2019Jun 5, 2019