I saw you bouncing up the stairs of the Bleecker Street station, determined to get into the last car of the 6 train, where I was standing. I don’t remember what song was playing but I know my foot was bouncing and my fingers were drumming on the side of the pole. You apologized toContinue reading “The last car of the 6 train”
Dusty tucked a copy of The Village Voiceunder his arm while he maneuvered a key into the padlock that held the gate in place over the entrance to his bar, The Crooked Nail. After opening the gate, Rusty fumbled with his ring of keys until he found the one that unlocked the bar’s door. HeContinue reading “Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY): Dusty”
http://11×20.deviantart.com/ I dreamed of her again last night. You tell me, is it fair for the elements of my subconscious to conspire against me? Forgetting should be the easiest thing in the world. I do it all the time. I forget important shit, but her? Never. She had a habit or rubbing her index fingerContinue reading “Fictional Humans of New York (FHONY) – Rudy”
If your eyes are too tired for reading, let your ears do the work with these readings of poetry and fiction written by me and Julisa Wilson, read by Alexander Smith on this Creative Writing Outloud podcast.
I have to go back in – there’s no way around it. I don’t know how it happened but I missed something. I had that poor woman cut open on the table for more than three hours. I checked everything. But tests don’t lie. She’s still bleeding inside.There aren’t a lot of people whose judgmentContinue reading “The Surgeon”