The Old Skyline
Spoken Word I was caught out red-handed The backs of my hands Stained with the drops of logic Since following the worst my city Had to offer All of sudden, the horizon and skyscrapers...
Tagged: new york
Many stories take place in the center of the world – New York City. Writers like to takes us there on adventures of all kinds. It’s faceless crowds are composed of the greatest poets and artist in the universe. Here nobody is different because everybody is different. Welcome to New York!
A Letter to Basquiat
Images juxtapose. Image is just a pose for those who wish to see it Impoverished young artist, paint spattered suit. Undercover bum, cardboard boxed in Central Park. Using the spoon in your mouth to...
Finding Wobbly Doll
Historical Fiction “It’s them Bolsheviks,” Gertrude Delaney overheard a policeman say as he read the New York Times. “They want another bloody revolution.” She bowed her head guiltily when he caught her staring, and...
Old World Market
Haibun An aroma of sharp cheddar and freshly baked bread. Wood rafters and paneling rise to a slanted ceiling. A Buddha on one wall, and other cultural icons spread around. We make our way past a...
For Tony, For The Man Who Gets To Stay
When I finally leave Mallory’s place, the second wave of the bar crowd is just getting home. They bubble up from the yawning mouths of subway stations and lurch indoors with their arms around...
The Glass Breaker – Part One
Short Story And so, the cities burned. A plague of fire, ash, and cinder awash between great monuments and temples to achievement, set to ruin by the will of a Titan of Olympus. Across...
The Glass Breaker – Part Two
Short Story A light striking sound wafted up the street on stagnant air. Something took measured, crashing steps up Sixths Avenue, remarkable only by its steady rhythm. I’ve imagined things here, on this bench....
Breakin’ the Law – Part Two
Court Articles cont’d from part one One excellent thing about Los Angeles is that since we are all transplants and no one but the Red Hot Chili Peppers are original natives, we are...
Breakin’ The Law – Part One
Short Story Sometimes rules are meant to be broken. I HATE law enforcement officers. Well, actually, I hate the law. Yes, I kind of get why we need a set of rules to...
Closing Time
Short Poem Like magic it began a small thing As cells divided and became people Within these confines that were warm, welcoming, alive Lives that took on directions so separate from their conception...
You Were Born Of… – Part Six
Short Story Why all the intrigue? What was all the dying for? What was it all about? Where were all of my people? Why did the Spoilers pick the hitribe and not others? Why...
