Because he had a sparse moustache growing across his upper lip, a thin precursor to manhood, an almost man— because he smelled like cigarettes, I loved Chris Muller that year. I loved Chris Muller the day he asked me into the locker room, beyond the urinals and benches, through the narrow hallway of sweat and [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: Angelo Nikolopoulos, Ganymede, poem, The Fifth Grade, vintage bicycle, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
- Published:
- June 27, 2010 – 2:05 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i [...]
Categories: Uncategorized,gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: e.e. cummings, i like my body when it is with your, poem, Threshold, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- December 6, 2009 – 10:34 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
I want to cry my pain and I am telling you so you will love me and cry for me in a nightfall of nightingales with a dagger, with kisses and with you. I want to kill the only witness to the assassination of my flowers and change my weeping and my sweating into an [...]
Categories: Uncategorized,gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: Frederico Garcia Lorca, poem, sailors, The Poet Speaks the Truth, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- November 6, 2009 – 9:37 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
You and I have so much love That it burns like a fire, In which we bake a lump of clay Moulded into a figure of you And a figure of me. Then we take both of them, And break them into pieces, And mix the pieces with water, And mould again a figure of [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: Kuan Tao-sheng, Married Love, poem, vintage male affection
- Published:
- August 29, 2009 – 3:19 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
“You’re beautiful,” I said. “I love you.” I met him half an hour ago but he was and I did– there were above a hundred thousand people at the party and he was a bar-tender. “Am I?” he said, “I don’t know what to say–” Since he didn’t know me at all he could hardly [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: gay poetry, Paul Goodman, poem, vintage male affection
- Published:
- August 14, 2009 – 9:11 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
