Saturday, July 24, 2021

Hello Again!

(Brooklyn Bridge – historic Tobacco Warehouse – Photo and Photoshopped by Joe) Okay, I’m back after a hiatus from posting. Who cares, right? No one. I sure as heck don’t. Anyway, things haven’t been going so well on my side of the fence. I’ve been living at my boss Nick’s house, yet not going to […]

Tales From The World Of The Dead

August 11, 2011 by  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(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  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(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  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(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  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(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 […]


May 29, 2011 by  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(“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  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(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 […]

What You See

March 21, 2011 by  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Greenwich Vill-, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(“Home” – Photo art by Joe) “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” – Michelangelo on creating the David. Weeks ago I told Benny, “the cigar store Indian,” about a haunted house in the East 50’s that mysteriously disappeared. My lady friend(LF) and the pizza and Chinese delivery guys(aka num and nuts), were […]


March 5, 2011 by  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(E 79th St and York Ave – Photos by Joe) Nearly a week passed before I found time to return to the “house on the river’s edge.” The demolition company where I work had previously gotten a call for an estimate to cart away junk from that home. In part it had been a trick by a boy named James. He wanted my […]

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