Tag Archives: Bensonhurst
This could be titled John Biscello Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, could be titled Romancing the Ghosts, or perhaps no title at all, just a flickering reminiscence trapped in a photo snapped by a childhood friend who swears that he occasionally … Continue reading
(Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn.) I dumped all my G.I. Joes out of the shopping bag and onto the pavement of the driveway. I separated the good guys from the bad guys, and then arranged them in specific positions. … Continue reading
Receiving disability was another gold ticket ambition of many of the men in my neighborhood. Years ago, my father had lucked into this fortune by hurting his back while working and had been able to parlay that into a ceaseless … Continue reading
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves … Continue reading
Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress. I was hanging out in the schoolyard, by myself, throwing a Spalding against the wall. It was something I did to relax. Anya breezed into the schoolyard. She was carrying a … Continue reading
I tucked my hand into Anya’s armpit and guided her into the bathroom. I closed the door behind us. Anya immediately dropped to her knees and began puking into the toilet. A lot of it splashed onto the … Continue reading
Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?
Halloween. As was tradition, the boys would stalk the neighborhood, armed with cartons of eggs and cans of Barbasol. Me and my friends were foam-caked, yolk-splatted messes when we ran into Alexis and her friends coming home from school. They … Continue reading
Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.