Friday, July 30, 2021

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 […]


January 30, 2011 by  
Filed under Fiction, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(Pablo Picasso – The Guitar Player, 1910) There is a place with nothing to see, save these ineffable shapes that vanish when I look too hard. Sometimes when I’m there and it’s real quiet, I think about those shapes and how I want to describe them, and then the words come. ~ My lady friend(LF) sat down at the kitchen […]

The Demolition Man’s Secret

January 10, 2011 by  
Filed under Fiction, Ghosts, Secrets of NYC, Stories

(*Homes in Queens) At 96th Street in Manhattan, I jumped on a downtown subway line. A duffle bag of clothes was slung from one shoulder, and I had a laptop bag on the other. There were plenty of places for me to go. But I didn’t want to explain the clothes and the need for a bed […]

Empty Spaces

(Scrappy Doodles – Photos by Joe) My gloved hand along with a red leash was outstretched to Scrappy D, who had led the way into the northeast corner of Central Park. Splayed out in front of us was the Harlem Meer. Ice had started to form on the lake’s still waters. The sun beamed just above the buildings on Fifth Avenue, and yellow rays spread through gray clouds. […]