The Last Embrace

(Living room) Last time I had gone inside “the house on the river’s edge“, if I noticed anything out of the ordinary, I couldn’t say. But this time, it was like I walked off into a dream, one that would change me forever, and one that I will never, ever talk about again. . . The exterior door closed soundlessly. Seconds [...]

How We Must Have Looked

(Photos by Joe) How we must have looked as we traipsed uptown, the four of us and an invisible boy from a dream . . . We stepped out from the shadow of the row homes on East 6th Street and into the late afternoon sun on 2nd Ave. The boy, whose name was James, became diaphanous in the brighter [...]

What You See

(“Home” – Photo art by Joe) “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” – Michelangelo on creating the David. Weeks ago I told Benny, “the cigar store Indian,” about a haunted house in the East 50′s that mysteriously disappeared. My lady friend(LF) and the pizza and Chinese delivery guys(aka num and nuts), were [...]

Lost

(E 79th St and York Ave – Photos by Joe) Nearly a week passed before I found time to return to the “house on the river’s edge.” The demolition company where I work had previously gotten a call for an estimate to cart away junk from that home. In part it had been a trick by a boy named James. He wanted my [...]

House on the River’s Edge

 (East River/FDR from Sutton Place Park - Photos by Joe) Tall apartment buildings on the avenue shaded the intersecting, dead end street of row homes. At the end of the street was a flagstone wall set before a high, wrought iron fence. Below street-level was the FDR Drive and just beyond was the East River, where [...]

Shapes

(Pablo Picasso – The Guitar Player, 1910) There is a place with nothing to see, save these ineffable shapes that vanish when I look too hard. Sometimes when I’m there and it’s real quiet, I think about those shapes and how I want to describe them, and then the words come. ~ My lady friend(LF) sat down at the kitchen [...]

Blinding STAR with my name shines from Amazon.com!

DO NOT GO to my Amazon page for ”The Virgin King!!!” You will be blinded by the one-star next to my book. It rose days ago. It signals not only the worst review ever, but the only one I have! This review is so bad… it’s bury your typewriter and move to another country bad, it’s [...]

The Demolition Man’s Secret

(*Homes in Queens) At 96th Street in Manhattan, I jumped on a downtown subway line. A duffle bag of clothes was slung from one shoulder, and I had a laptop bag on the other. There were plenty of places for me to go. But I didn’t want to explain the clothes and the need for a bed [...]

Empty Spaces

(Scrappy Doodles – Photos by Joe) My gloved hand along with a red leash was outstretched to Scrappy D, who had led the way into the northeast corner of Central Park. Splayed out in front of us was the Harlem Meer. Ice had started to form on the lake’s still waters. The sun beamed just above the buildings on Fifth Avenue, and yellow rays spread through gray clouds. [...]

An End To All Days

(Enhanced photo of the succubus in my bed‏ by Joe) Cool air slipped between the sheets. The bed creaked, and an airy body peeled away from my side. Steps sounded on the hardwood floor. They were the barest of whispers as was the closing of the closet door. In a near dream state, it took a moment to wake. Bright streaks of light rushed to the back [...]

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