Tag Archives: urban
(Story from Freeze Tag.) L & S was a candy store and newsstand located on the corner of 60th St. and 18th Ave. L & S, which stood for Louie & Son, was owned by Louie Varinella: a burly, slightly … 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
Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond.
Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?
Manic with vigor, city’s chaste love affair with itself, off the rails.
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
Shaping destiny’s progress through emptiness held together by an epiphany of particles architecting man’s worth in finite measures.
Tar, vinegar, piss, crossing of urban perfume– Those summer winds, tracked.
Summer in Brooklyn, hydrant dreaming in graffiti– legends of childhood.
Because we never met, you will forever and always remain the fretted girl behind double crossed scratched glass square rooted Brooklyn train station blues, the soundless frozen fragment of a life running on and outward bound.