Thursday, August 13, 2020

Old Dan Tucker

February 28, 2013 by  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(Original Jim Crow) In the eyes of the men in the brass band I could see they were smiling. They did their best to play “Jump Jim Crow” and paid little mind to the black-faced minstrel singer named old Dan Tucker. He kept coming close to knocking into them. Dancing so crazed, he looked like a fighting cock. I guzzled another glass of spiced rum, and […]

House of Laughter

February 1, 2013 by  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Staten Island, Stories

(Voorlezer’s House – Photo/photoshopped by Joe – Orig. below) I had my feet up on the couch in front of our *50″ LG plasma TV, because that’s what I like to do. On the TV was Guy Fieri, lapping at his digits, while his eyes bulged as big as doughnuts as he tore into a monster burger and tried […]

Surviving the Night

December 31, 2012 by  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Staten Island, Stories

(Rose and Crown Tavern in New Dorp, 1665-1854 – Photoshopped by Joe – *Orig. below) I was roaring drunk as Minna pulled me by the hand through the crowded tavern. Along with the proprietor and his wife behind the bar, we were the only ones in motion. Yet quick-moving shadows peeled up and kept disappearing from the walls. I was looking about for the source, […]

I Am The Fire

November 26, 2012 by  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(Center Street in Richmond Town – Photo/photoshopped by Joe) With some trepidation of never seeing our fine oyster sloop again, we left it tied to a makeshift pier in New Dorp Beach and set out on a horse-drawn cart Jack had sent for prior to our coming to Staten Island. We headed along a wooded road surrounded by farmland that ran straight up […]

My Blood Is Your Blood (Hear The Beast!)

November 5, 2012 by  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(Image is uncredited – Photoshopped by Joe) May 1854 – New Dorp Beach. In the same spot by the water, where I had just seen a horned creature surrounded by a blood-red mist, there now stood an old man. He was staring out across the clear bay. A lump on his right shoulder seemed to place a great weight on his back […]

What’s In A Name?

October 7, 2012 by  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(“Face of Fear” – Uncredited) The voice seems to come through frozen lips, which are surrounded by atrophied muscles, sounding as if the speaker is a bloodless thing(which it is). No matter the identity it assumes, I always recognize the tone. Plus the words it chooses trigger ruminations of previous encounters… “I’m only looking out for you. I have your best interests […]

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