Surviving the Night
December 31, 2012 by Bald Punk
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 Bald Punk
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 [...]
Hurricane Sandy
November 5, 2012 by Bald Punk
Filed under Photos, Staten Island
(Photos by Joe) Look closely at the above photo and you can see the height the water rose to on the brickwork. This house is on a section of a street that is about three to four feet higher than other sections of the neighborhood. All of these photos are from Midland Beach in Staten Island, except [...]
Hurricane Sandy – Staten Island
November 5, 2012 by Bald Punk
Filed under Photos, Staten Island
(Photos by Dave) My brother took these photos. All are from either Midland Beach or South Beach in Staten Island. They were taken about five days after the hurricane first hit. Click here to see more Hurricane Sandy pics. Here are my STORIES and info on my Novels
My Blood Is Your Blood (Hear The Beast!)
November 5, 2012 by Bald Punk
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 Bald Punk
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 [...]
Demon Hunting
March 14, 2012 by Bald Punk
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories
(“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 [...]
ParanormalNYC.com meets BaldPunk.com
August 2, 2010 by Bald Punk
Filed under Everything Else, Ghosts
(St. Andrew’s Cemetery in Richmondtown, Staten Island – Photo by Joe) Lately I’ve been thinking about making some changes in the direction of Bald Punk. The stories section will continue unabated. The Photos and Everything Else pages will change somewhat. I think I’m going to try and focus more on paranormal NYC. Today I registered the domain ParanormalNYC.com. It [...]
Staten Island Girls – Musical Spoof
July 20, 2010 by Bald Punk
Filed under Everything Else, Music, Video
(Staten Island Girls – Remix Spoof) I have always said Staten Island is a crazy place. Well, here is a cute little spoof on Staten Island girls. The girl singing is named Tara Mooney. In the below photo she is at the left. Here is my first series of stories set in Staten Island. Seventh Episode [...]
Upper NY Bay & Narrows from Staten Island
June 23, 2010 by Bald Punk
Filed under Photos, Staten Island
(Photos by Joe) These photos were from the end of Hylan Boulevard past Bay Street by the Alice Austen House. Here are my STORIES and PHOTOS