Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Tales From The World Of The Dead

August 11, 2011 by  
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(Caged walkway/uncredited – Photoshopped by Joe) As the night wore on, the sickness took my thoughts, my emotions, and then my breath. Soon after I began to slide, first off the couch I had been lying on, then down through a colorless abyss. Ineffably, the living, breathing, sentient world, was all around me, yet I was not part of it. I was dead inside, and was somehow […]

Waiting for Worlds to Collide

July 13, 2011 by  
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(A cat on Christopher Street sidewalk, Photo by Joe) The sickness has come again… I’m in an apartment that my boss owns in Queens. On top of my head is a pool of sweat. I dip my fingers into it and paw at my damp face. My eyes shift suspiciously to the 36″ TV, then to the various objects in the adjoining rooms. The table in […]

A Trickle of Blood

June 25, 2011 by  
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(Vampire teeth, uncredited – Photoshopped by Joe) Forget that last post. I am not a vampire. I have never been a vampire. A trickle of demon blood on my lips made me sick. It was from the demon runt I killed at the house on the river’s edge. Benny, “the cigar store Indian” told me […]

I Am The Night

June 14, 2011 by  
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(Tonic East sports bar, Manhattan(original below), Photos/Photo art by Joe) That night, the darkness was disguised as light, and my kiss—was the kiss of death. While the blonde wanted my kisses, as much as I wanted to give them. She was caught in the “fantastic lie” of the light that shined brightest inside me… It was a Friday night and my […]

Transformation

May 29, 2011 by  
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(“The Hall” – Photos by Joe) The earliest signs of the change began in an apartment building in Bushwick. I was there with three co-workers, Nester, Edwin, and Kevin–to clean out the basement. Along with piles of junk strewn across the floor, we had to discard the ruined plywood flooring that was laid over two-by-fours and dirt. The […]

The Last Embrace

April 26, 2011 by  
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(Living room) Last time I had gone inside “the house on the river’s edge“, if I noticed anything out of the ordinary, I couldn’t say. But this time, it was like I walked off into a dream, one that would change me forever, and one that I will never, ever talk about again. . . The exterior door closed soundlessly. Seconds […]

How We Must Have Looked

(Photos by Joe) How we must have looked as we traipsed uptown, the four of us and an invisible boy from a dream . . . We stepped out from the shadow of the row homes on East 6th Street and into the late afternoon sun on 2nd Ave. The boy, whose name was James, became diaphanous in the brighter […]

Nowhere To Run

May 15, 2010 by  
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(Smith Street – Photos by Joe) Since I had witnessed Benny, “the cigar store Indian” kill a vampire last week behind the Lower East Side Pathmark, I have been tormented by a whispering voice. The first instance came moments after the cigar store Indian impaled the vampire whose name was Robert. The words came from a creature who seemed to arrive just before the death blow. Encased by […]

Death of a Vampire (or A Door Opens To A Dark Room)

May 3, 2010 by  
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(My work truck out front a Brooklyn jobsite – Photo by Joe) On the subway back to Manhattan I sat with a vacant expression. I was dog tired from a long day at a thankless job. I do demolition, which is miserable work. It’s especially bad when you have to gut the interior of an old walk-up, where […]

To Kill A Vampire

(View from South Street Seaport Mall, 3rd floor – Photos by Joe) Twenty minutes had passed since I sat down with a decent cup of Joe and turned on my laptop. I was outside on the third floor deck of the South Street Seaport Mall. Just upriver was the much marveled Brooklyn Bridge. Not far […]

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