Soaked

I was soaked. Drenched, sopping, dripping, filthy and carrying twenty pounds of groceries. Let’s rewind. An hour beforehand my sister and I decided that we needed to do some grocery shopping, except: we needed to go to it at the Super Stop & Shop that was a ten minute walk from my apartment. Leaving the […] more…

Concert in the Park

I sat staring at the magenta sky and allowed the music of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra to wash over me like a wave of thick, creamy chocolate. I wriggled my toes in and out of the rich green grass of the lawn and shut my eyes from time to time when a particularly wonderful […] more…

Pat

My babysitter, Pat, was the neighbor on the 2nd floor of the building I grew up in. I remember her as a big, tall woman, smoking a cigarette, all in black, and she had long dark hair she’d wear pulled into a ponytail at the base of her head and she always walked with a […] more…

Ode to a Chair

I walked past the broken chair sitting liked a hunched bum on the sidewalk. The worn yellow stripes with the water stains at the bottom and the threadbare arms reminded me again of how much I had disliked that piece of furniture. It had been sitting in the apartment with a comforter thrown over it […] more…

Hanging Out

Chilling out in the summer is hard to do unless one has an AC. But, hanging out? Really relaxing in the company of others and feeding off the creative energy of their bodies, and not feeling pressure to speak or do or act unless one wants to is: in my opinion, truly a wonderful level […] more…

Extinction

Generally, as a human, I don’t give much thought to extinction. Total annihilation from the earth: not one specimen left of your kind, is not something Humans, as a species, need worry about in the near future (unless some terrible war, famine, or disease wipes us out). Yet, last night at work, as I stared […] more…

Creative Fiction

“What are you doing tonight?” He whispered in my ear. I felt my head get hot as I tried not to think about the blush that was probably covering my face. “Um. I’m busy.” I whispered back. I tried not to smile too much at the prospect of saying ‘No.’ “So, when can I see […] more…

A Penny Dreadful

50 Shades of Grey can make a mint selling copy after copy of badly written fictional porn and rather than reading the whole book, I picked up a copy and I wondered about what the mother of the author must have thought the first time she picked up the copy of the manuscript and read it. […] more…

Bits of Information

She was sitting on the subway as closed up as she could be. Her wrinkled face sat behind sunglasses that I never feel necessary to wear in the tunnels. She had her small bag in her lap and didn’t even look up to see the droves of people walk in to the subway car. I […] more…

Worshipping the Porcelain God.

As I retched the wine into the toilet of the bar I had been drinking at, I felt surpisingly calm. That felt good. A really good purge. I wiped my mouth and looked at my watery eyes in the mirror and drunkenly reflected on my life choices. Then, deciding that the whole reason I was […] more…

Betrayal.

Is thinking about Betrayal constructive, or destructive? I guess from my perspective: It’s a constructive thought, to a certain point. Betrayal is not all black and white. Betrayal could be the horror at knowing a best friend told a deep dark secret, or when an ally isn’t at the “meet up point” at the crucial […] more…

Summer-Filled

It was the beginning of the summer break. My Dad, Sister and I were living on 72nd street in a tiny one-room sublet that my dad had found for July and August. It was a single room studio that we were all sharing for a few days before my sister and I were to fly […] more…