Black Is The Night

(Black Sullivan) Our gang of twelve headed south on Henry Street, where the strong light from gas lamps made the stars disappear. The smells of manure and vanilla hung heaviest in the air. The vanilla had my head juggling in wonderment as to its origin. My eyes passed over old wood-framed shops and homes, along […]

Black Sullivan And His Girls – A Major Motion Picture

(Black Sullivan And His Girls – A BaldPunk.com Film) This is my third Bald Punk “film.” As promised, I put more work into this one. As a matter of fact, I’m calling it a major motion picture. After four plus years of working on this blog, I can finally see one of my initial visions of creating an Internet film […]

House of Laughter – The Film

(House of Laughter – The film) Okay. This is my second Bald Punk “film.” I know I promised better. But give me a chance. I will get there. Lady friend has me doing nine hundred billion things, and I’m spread wafer thin. I will get there. I promise you.  (Film credits) – Here are all […]

The Glove

(Black Silk Glove by Joe) Around seven in the morning I left Black Sullivan’s saloon. I went back to the firehouse and fell into a death-like slumber. I roused for a short while in the afternoon and found a woman’s black silk glove in my hand. I couldn’t figure out where it had come from and tossed it out my third-story bedroom window. When […]

Old Dan Tucker – The Film

(Old Dan Tucker – The Film) Ok! Here is my first BALD PUNK Film!!! It’s for Episode 43, Part II titled Old Dan Tucker. You might think it’s just an audio story, but I’m calling it a FILM. It’s a little rough, but over time my films will soon look really cool. I’m going Hollywood!!! Btw, that’s […]

Black Sullivan And His Girls

(“At The Brothel,” circa 1850 – Photoshopped by Joe – Orig. below) “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” – Psalm 23:4 – Having just awoken, I threw open the window and looked […]

Old Dan Tucker

(Original Jim Crow) In the eyes of the men in the brass band I could see they were smiling. They did their best to play “Jump Jim Crow” and paid little mind to the black-faced minstrel singer named old Dan Tucker. He kept coming close to knocking into them. Dancing so crazed, he looked like a fighting cock. I guzzled another glass of spiced rum, and […]

House of Laughter

(Voorlezer’s House – Photo/photoshopped by Joe – Orig. below) I had my feet up on the couch in front of our *50″ LG plasma TV, because that’s what I like to do. On the TV was Guy Fieri, lapping at his digits, while his eyes bulged as big as doughnuts as he tore into a monster burger and tried […]

Surviving the Night

(Rose and Crown Tavern in New Dorp, 1665-1854 – Photoshopped by Joe – *Orig. below) I was roaring drunk as Minna pulled me by the hand through the crowded tavern. Along with the proprietor and his wife behind the bar, we were the only ones in motion. Yet quick-moving shadows peeled up and kept disappearing from the walls. I was looking about for the source, […]

I Am The Fire

(Center Street in Richmond Town – Photo/photoshopped by Joe) With some trepidation of never seeing our fine oyster sloop again, we left it tied to a makeshift pier in New Dorp Beach and set out on a horse-drawn cart Jack had sent for prior to our coming to Staten Island. We headed along a wooded road surrounded by farmland that ran straight up […]

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