Erotica: Just One Of Those Things by Professor Barbara Foster

It had been almost a year since I visited the Bowery Poetry Club in Manhattan’s East village. Their Monday night open mic attracted a wide array of performers. One of them, a Latino fellow with shiny curls and eyes that lit up the stage, sang corny songs unsuitable to a bohemian joint where edginess prevailed.

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Erotica: Just One Of Those Things by Professor Barbara Foster

It had been almost a year since I visited  the Bowery Poetry Club in Manhattan’s East village. Their Monday night open mic  attracted a wide array of performers. One of them, a Latino fellow with shiny curls and eyes that lit up the stage, sang corny songs unsuitable to a bohemian joint where edginess prevailed. Oblivious, his

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