Thursday, November 14, 2019

What You See

March 21, 2011 by  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Greenwich Vill-, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(“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  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(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  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

 (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

January 30, 2011 by  
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(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 […]

The Demolition Man’s Secret

January 10, 2011 by  
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(*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

December 6, 2010 by  
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(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 […]

Photo of the succubus in my bed‏

December 4, 2010 by  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

I woke up early this morning and took photos of my bed for the next story post titled, “An End To All Days.” I’ve actually been exiled from my bedroom, hence, it’s actually not my regular bed. None of the pics were great, and I chose one, hoping to play with it in Photoshop. For the most part, the pics […]

Someone’s Calling In The Night

November 22, 2010 by  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(Morningside Heights apartment – Photos by Joe) “I tell my lady friend everything, except stuff that’s gross or rude, or that she doesn’t need to know . . .” From: “When Benny was a cigar store Indian” ~ Everyone knew I was lousy. And that was after a Herculean effort to hide how bad things […]

The Destroyer Cometh

November 7, 2010 by  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

I screwed up again. It’s the one thing I excel at. Now I found myself expecting to cross paths with at least one demon or other whom I would have to convince that “I was not the blood.” Read the last post to learn more. ~ The first touch was that of a malaise. A gnawing feeling soon followed. It was like an itch at […]

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