My Found Human Being

Rosamond Press

I just got off the phone with Chris, who deflowered me when I was twenty. She was at an art show with Stefan Eins and blocked Heide Hatry from planting a kiss on her man’s other cheek. She pushed her face away. There was a discussion about ownership that is the theme of this post.

Rena’s twenty-six year old lover brought her to Venice Beach in 1970 where she paraded around in one of the best fitting bikinis I, or anyone had ever seen. She was seventeen. She told me she was eighteen. I found her out four weeks later. I told her I was homeless after she turned down my families offer to send her home to Grand Island. She wanted to go wherever I go, and stay wherever I stay. We ended up staying in a tent in a friends backyard. Passing this store, Rena stopped to look…

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About Royal Rosamond Press

I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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