Tag Archives: New York
Stoop
Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond. Advertisements
Fugue
Wraiths of limb, breaching the city’s vague hints of fugue– People disappear.
Rails
Manic with vigor, city’s chaste love affair with itself, off the rails.
In Love and War
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
Futurism 101
Shaping destiny’s progress through emptiness held together by an epiphany of particles architecting man’s worth in finite measures.
The Little People
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.
Edie
Factory recall, Warhol’s “It-Girl” gone unclaimed– Fame’s cursory tag.
Omen
New York at sundown, the eyes giving it away– I’m going home soon.
Village
Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.
Summer Wind
Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.
