
My Introduction to Leonard Cohen by Michael Berton
I’m twenty-two, working poverty’s wage, intellectually curious, full of Tex/Mex chicanery, while branching out in the D/FW metroplex Bible Belt watching slam dancers protest with their bodies at the 1984 Republican Convention. I sleep on couches or a bouncy air mattress supplied by the Red Cross. This is after the unforgettable fire burning off those youthful transgressions and immature ejaculations. Hangouts like Skippy’s Mistake, a … Continue reading My Introduction to Leonard Cohen by Michael Berton