Tag Archives: New York
Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond. Advertisements
Wraiths of limb, breaching the city’s vague hints of fugue– People disappear.
Manic with vigor, city’s chaste love affair with itself, off the rails.
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. Before initiating a battle, or an … Continue reading
Shaping destiny’s progress through emptiness held together by an epiphany of particles architecting man’s worth in finite measures.
Just found out my story, “The Little People,” was nominated for Best of the Net. Audio-version of the story can be heard here, in Golden Walkman magazine.
Factory recall, Warhol’s “It-Girl” gone unclaimed– Fame’s cursory tag.
New York at sundown, the eyes giving it away– I’m going home soon.
Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.
Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.