By B. DeMarco-Barrett
Part Three
The fog had rolled in and the mist on my face felt sweet, a blessing. I actually skipped a few blocks down through Union Square to Grant Street … Continue reading→
By B. DeMarco-Barrett
Part Two
When Toned Heinie left with our order, I took a closer look at him. Long dimples, lots of black hair, a gap between his front teeth. He ran … Continue reading→
By B. DeMarco-Barrett
Part One
My Upper Castro studio apartment, with a far off view of the Bay Bridge, sat below Sutro tower on the San Francisco’s highest … Continue reading→