Wednesday, August 21, 2019

What You Are…

June 21, 2012 by  
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(Joe – Photo by M) “Everyone sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are…” Machiavelli – Bones aching, covered in dust, I opened my apartment door to find Scrappy Doodles three feet in the air and whirling in circles. I dropped my hands in defense, not having the energy to try and grab him. Lady […]

Delicious pizza, ice cold beer, a cap from the 1850s & Staten Island

(Lee’s Tavern in Staten Island – Photo and Photoshopped by Joe) The four of us sallied to the edge of the known universe last Friday night, which for New Yorkers is the borough of Staten Island. It’s a strange and indescribable place, where the fruit of its bounty populate TV shows such as Mob Wives and Jersey Shore. Though I won’t motor […]

Born to Kill

April 1, 2012 by  
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(Brooklyn Heights – 1854, Cropped/Photoshopped by Joe) The three of us ruffians sailed across the moonlit bay in a breathless huff. The two-masted brig suspected of transporting an Irish vampire gained rapidly on our sloop. We weren’t so much afraid as we were amazed. The craft’s arrival into NY Harbor seemed to trigger distant cries that we could not place and strange […]

Demon Hunting

March 14, 2012 by  
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(“Dredging for Oysters” Prince’s Bay, NY, 1855 – Ballou’s Pictorial/Photoshopped by Joe) Jack steered the oyster sloop away from the South Brooklyn wharves where ice had begun to form, bearing to the Narrows strait that flowed between Brooklyn and Staten Island. In an effort to masquerade as river pirates, and because Jack liked fine clothes, the three of […]

Hello, Hello…

February 15, 2012 by  
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(Cartoon by Seth – “Bald Punk’s apartment” – The New York Times, 10/30/09)   Hello! It’s me, Joe aka Bald Punk. I’m here in my apartment, chatting with my lady friend(LF) and the pizza and Chinese delivery guys(aka num and nuts). Scrappy Doodles is nestled snugly in my arms. LF keeps asking me what I was doing in […]

American Horror Story

February 1, 2012 by  
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(Legendary Bowery Gang Leader, Mose Humphrey) “The deaths are three each day. This is in the parish of Tuosist. The people are buried without coffins, frequently in the next field. (There is) no noise or sign of grief for the dead; every thought is selfish and unfeeling…” – Irish official during potato famine, 1847. – The […]


January 15, 2012 by  
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(My grammar school photo) “Just hit the fecking thing,” Jack Jefferies had said. “But you have to break the bone. Skull’s the best spot. That’s all a man has to do and he’s golden.” I looked down at the diabolical weapon in my grasp that Jack had been showing me how to use. It was a wooden stave with […]

Dreaming of Lincoln

January 31, 2010 by  
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(Abraham Lincoln) I met this kid who looked like Abraham Lincoln. I’m still referring to him as a kid even though he was a junior in college and 6’4.” Fresh-faced with an uncanny presence, he said his name was Alexander and that his nickname was Buddy. I called him Alex. It wasn’t until our second […]

A Stranger No More . . .

January 24, 2010 by  
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Last weekend I met this emo kid who wasn’t so much a kid. Very tall and gaunt, with the look of a man twice his age, my guess is that he was either a college freshman or a runaway. Our conversation lasted a few minutes, and with all the spiritual activity in NYC, I should have […]


January 17, 2010 by  
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As a rule I avoid talking to strangers, and my guard goes up when they talk to me. The most an interloper will get out of muah is a furrowed brow or at best, a grumble. Yesterday, I not only broke my rule, I initiated a conversation. And now I find myself unable to get the stranger’s […]