Tag Archives: Brooklyn

Levitation

Excerpt from No Man’s Brooklyn, novel-in-progress.    Anya and I were seated on the rubber mat in the front hallway.    We had been playing marbles. Or rather our own version of marbles, which we called Marble Mash. After having … Continue reading

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Broken Land

My first novel, Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, which was named Underground Book Reviews Book of the Year (2014), has officially been re-released. Available in paperback and digital editions. Click here to buy. ABOUT: A spectral, existential noir set against the aging … Continue reading

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Mary

      It was a scorcher. One of those ovenbake summer days where you feel like you’re huffing fur.    I had decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood, and re-acclimate myself.    As I walked down the block … Continue reading

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Pigtails

   There was that day you wore your hair in pigtails.    You were thirteen. Pigtails and a pale blue summer dress. I think the dress was new.    My mother had died three days earlier.    You and I … Continue reading

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Melt

Summer night, Brooklyn, girl’s desire for ice cream– Melting, time’s passage.

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Tropic of Cancer

To lance a staid form, with crab-claws bent on rupture– How masters shift course.

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Stoop

Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond.

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Bensonhurst

Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?

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Rails

Manic with vigor, city’s chaste love affair with itself, off the rails.

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Catholic School Girls

The Catholic school girls. With their short plaid skirts and white collared shirts and the inviting exposure between where the skirt cut off and the sock began, generating an erotic glare of exposed flesh. In their uniforms the Catholic school … Continue reading

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