Harvey Goldner b. 1979
When he was a child, Mr. Goldner's lesbian aunt Suzanne would spend a week or so every summer at my family's vacation home on Lake Wenatchee in Washington State. ''This was before the era of motorcycle helmets, and Suzanne would arrive on her blue Bugatti, her red hair streaming, flaming,'' he says. ''While tossing back straight shots of my father's precious scotch, she would mesmerize my twin brother Phil and me by reading aloud her favorite poets, chiefly Elizabeth Bishop.'' Eventually, his brother Phil became an alcoholic and was killed in a motorcycle accident, and, he says, ''I began writing poems.''