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Keeping Secrets

July 8, 2010 by  
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Keeping Secrets

(South Street across from The Paris Cafe – Photos by Joe) “Where your treasure is, there will your heart also be.”                       Luke 12:34   – Believe me, I don’t give away all of NYC’s secrets. Especially those associated with that block of small brick buildings on South St. between Beekman St. and Peck Slip. At one end are vacant […]

The Fine Art of Disappearing

May 25, 2010 by  
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The Fine Art of Disappearing

(“Disappear” – Photos/Photo Art by Joe) I told Benny, “the cigar store Indian,” about the elusive demon that whispers to me and the threat it had made on my life. He asked if there were places I usually heard its voice. I named Smith Street in Brooklyn, where the threat was made, and in Manhattan, South Street by the Seaport and a section along Lexington Avenue where […]

Nowhere To Run

May 15, 2010 by  
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Nowhere To Run

(Smith Street – Photos by Joe) Since I had witnessed Benny, “the cigar store Indian” kill a vampire last week behind the Lower East Side Pathmark, I have been tormented by a whispering voice. The first instance came moments after the cigar store Indian impaled the vampire whose name was Robert. The words came from a creature who seemed to arrive just before the death blow. Encased by […]

Death of a Vampire (or A Door Opens To A Dark Room)

May 3, 2010 by  
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Death of a Vampire (or A Door Opens To A Dark Room)

(My work truck out front a Brooklyn jobsite – Photo by Joe) On the subway back to Manhattan I sat with a vacant expression. I was dog tired from a long day at a thankless job. I do demolition, which is miserable work. It’s especially bad when you have to gut the interior of an old walk-up, where […]

The Price Of Knowing

April 17, 2010 by  
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The Price Of Knowing

(Calvary Cemetery – Photo by Joe) We were at a cemetery late one evening last week and Benny, “the cigar store Indian,” had stopped to talk with an old woman whose name was Margaret. She was at the grave site of her husband and son. She said her son Robert, dead over twenty-five years, was a vampire. Now I’ve seen many odd creatures […]

NOTHING

March 31, 2010 by  
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NOTHING

(Rear of St. Andrew’s Church, Staten Island – Photos by Bald Punk) I was in the graveyard of old St. Andrew’s Church to take some photos. A broad shouldered man was also there taking photos. He was far enough away so that I could politely ignore him. When I next looked up from the stones, he was a dozen feet from me and coming closer. I blinked […]

In My Head

March 15, 2010 by  
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In My Head

(Bald Punk – Photo by T) On the way home from Jeremy’s Ale House I had an all-too-real daydream about turn-of-the-century Coney Island and a juxtaposed slave ship that was sailing into NY Harbor. The ghost of a slave named Hardy had literally reached out to me from the bowels of the ship. His hand blotted out the lights of Coney . . . Home from […]

White Fire

March 8, 2010 by  
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White Fire

(Front Street – Photo by Bald Punk) After a winter’s evening spent imbibing beer with the b’hoys, I had slipped out of Jeremy’s Ale House onto the cobbled Front Street with a kick in my step. Only now do I realize a spirit waited for me. Without body or visible shape, he followed me to the subway on Fulton and Broadway. At […]

Forces of Heaven and Hell . . .

February 24, 2010 by  
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Forces of Heaven and Hell . . .

(Photos by Bald Punk – Birds Leaving Tompkins Square Park) I can’t get the eyes of a demon named Old Seven out of my head. At all hours of the day and night, I can see him staring at me from Avenue A in the East Village. I confided in a clairvoyant known as Benny, […]

The Eyes on Avenue A

February 15, 2010 by  
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The Eyes on Avenue A

At night on the streets of NYC I’ve been hearing ghostly music. It usually doesn’t rise above the typical city noise. The music is mostly that of a solo piano, brass or stringed instrument. When I pay attention, I find myself envisioning a lonely ghost in a back alley, honing his craft. If I had any fears over the music, it’s only for my sanity. Then one night out with […]

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