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Chapter Three: “A Glorious Death”

September 15, 2011 by  
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(“Catcher in the rye” by Kamiyari) Chapter Three     Two hours later, Karl was still parked outside the Sisters of Charity Children’s Home. He lowered his torso as a compact green-colored car passed. Behind the wheel was a brown-skinned woman with tight curly hair. She drove by at least three times a day, though never […]

Notes on my Max Beckley novels

September 6, 2011 by  
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(*Old Mill Road, Richmond Town – Photos by Joe) The most exciting thing about starting the novel process for me is that the impetus forms completely outside of my control. That is to say, I could never write a novel, but there’s something outside of my scope of understanding that can. In the beginning, silly, abstract thoughts form the basis for what I believe […]

Chapter Two: “In Her Arms”

September 5, 2011 by  
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(Heaven in Her Arms-WALL by ‘vhm-alex) Chapter Two     Four people appeared in the gloom above Max’s crib. His eyes darted to the small-featured face of Father Raja, and then settled on the compassionate, lighter-brown face of the nun, Tooti. He looked deep into her eyes and wanted her to lift him so he […]

Chapter One: “God is Forgiveness”

September 1, 2011 by  
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 (Most Holy Redeemer Church, NYC – Photo/Photoshopped by Joe)   Chapter One      Late one morning Karl became aware of a subtle change in the air. He had been sitting in a car, stationed outside a Miami orphanage. Through the back window, he spotted a taxi that had just turned onto the street. An uncanny, […]

The Strange Case of Ghostly People on South Street

December 4, 2009 by  
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(Photos by Bald Punk – Peck Slip/South Street) My lady friend(LF) called the psychic Carrie Robbins, and I got on the phone and told her about the three ghosts that we saw in a bar down by South Street. Of the four of us, I saw them the clearest and could swear that their images clung […]

Ghosts of South Street

November 28, 2009 by  
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(Photos by Bald Punk – South Street) The voices I heard on South Street weren’t just any old voices. They’re ones that months ago that I had also heard in a dream . . . I was a man possessed, acting like a mad dog. And I was loose on South Street by the old Fulton Fish […]

That Damned South Street!

November 23, 2009 by  
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(Photos by Bald Punk – South Street) After a week in which I had found clouds at every turn during the day, including inside various dust-choked demo-sites where I worked, that Friday night was supposed to have been a good one. Off early from work, I went home, took a shower, and zipped back out to one of my […]

Everything is Wrong

November 18, 2009 by  
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(Photos by Bald Punk – Scrappy Doodles) In the previous post in this series, I was in Central Park being enticed by a sexy, green-colored salesgirl from Strand Bookstore. I left off where I was running after her-into the Phantom Hills of Mannahatta, possibly to my death, or at least, never to be seen again. But I didn’t die! I’m […]

Into the Phantom Hills

November 15, 2009 by  
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(Photos by Bald Punk – Central Park – Click twice to fully enlarge) A bone chilling breeze woke me from a wild dream. I was outside on my feet, and it was dark. My arms were raised above my head. My legs felt like jelly . . . I had remembered leaving Strand Bookstore after purchasing Nexus by Henry Miller, and making my […]

Phantom Hills of Mannahatta

November 9, 2009 by  
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(Photos by Bald Punk – Click twice to fully enlarge) Last Friday afternoon, after work which had me gutting an apartment in Brooklyn, I took the R train back to Manhattan and got off at the 8th Street subway station in Greenwich Village. I came up the blackened, gum-blotted stairs and was met by dark gray skies. I thought it was going to […]

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