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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
I was six when I found out I’d never become a super hero. We were in the kitchen. Me, my mother and father. My father’s hand was around my mother’s throat. He had a wild, bloodshot, not-there look … Continue reading
I have started working on my new novel: No Man’s Brooklyn. A return to the bones of childhood, and to tangled roots. A return to the gritty lore of Bensonhurst.