Saturday, October 21, 2017

Hello Again!

Hello Again!

(Brooklyn Bridge – historic Tobacco Warehouse – Photo and Photoshopped by Joe) Okay, I’m back after a hiatus from posting. Who cares, right? No one. I sure as heck don’t. Anyway, things haven’t been going so well on my side of the fence. I’ve been living at my boss Nick’s house, yet not going to […]

Tales From The World Of The Dead

August 11, 2011 by  
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Tales From The World Of The Dead

(Caged walkway/uncredited – Photoshopped by Joe) As the night wore on, the sickness took my thoughts, my emotions, and then my breath. Soon after I began to slide, first off the couch I had been lying on, then down through a colorless abyss. Ineffably, the living, breathing, sentient world, was all around me, yet I was not part of it. I was dead inside, and was somehow […]

Waiting for Worlds to Collide

July 13, 2011 by  
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Waiting for Worlds to Collide

(A cat on Christopher Street sidewalk, Photo by Joe) The sickness has come again… I’m in an apartment that my boss owns in Queens. On top of my head is a pool of sweat. I dip my fingers into it and paw at my damp face. My eyes shift suspiciously to the 36″ TV, then to the various objects in the adjoining rooms. The table in […]

The Last Embrace

April 26, 2011 by  
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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

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

March 21, 2011 by  
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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

March 5, 2011 by  
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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

February 19, 2011 by  
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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 […]

The Demolition Man’s Secret

January 10, 2011 by  
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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

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. […]

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