I read a post on Youtube when I was listening to a Laura Nyro song - I think it was ... Brown Earth ... and a guy commented that in 1969 he had a girlfriend who knew he loved Laura Nyro and changed her physical appearance to look like her. I replied to him that it gave me an idea for a play and mentioned that if he gave me a way to contact him - if I ever really wrote it - I'd send it to him.
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Donald Dean Kelly died on June 5th. He was my big one. We were twenty six when we met. We walked past each other in the Village late one night and both of us turned around. He was wearing a giant parka with a pulled up fur-trimmed hood. Gushing beard, big ugly 70s glasses. I only saw the tip of his nose. For me, it was love at first nose. We went to a bar and had beers and I played with the ring pulls on his his pants that zipped down the front. He told me he was a conceptual artist/ live-in babysitter. He once wrote on an egg and mailed it. He slept over and in the morning, I walked him to the subway. He grabbed my arm - "wait a minute." He left an antiques store and put a small kaleidoscope in my palm. And thus began our many years of promised land and civil war. Most days, he mumbled and stammered but, once in a blue moon, he landed a joke river stone smoother than Carson. He once found an 8 by 10 foot mirror on the street. We bled when it shattered carrying it up the marb...
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