The Wedding, Chapter 3: A Stubborn Waltz

A wedding is a time for family, levity and love. But what craziness ensues when an unwanted guest, the groom’s ex to be exact, shows up out of the blue? Find out over the...

The Wedding, Chapter 2: Best Man

A wedding is a time for family, levity and love. But what craziness ensues when an unwanted guest, the groom’s ex to be exact, shows up out of the blue? Find out over the...

The Wedding, Chapter 1: Shutters and Mirrors

A wedding is a time for family, levity and love. But what craziness ensues when an unwanted guest, the groom’s ex to be exact, shows up out of the blue? Find out over the...

Anxiety Is My Carry-On

Mexico City, Mexico July 2018 The streets of Mexico City were loud with excitement. It was the World Cup. Everywhere you went, there were jerseys hung up on walls and merchandise being sold. A couple of...

A 15-minute Break: Chapter 4

What does a 15-minute delay mean in a city that runs at 1,000 miles an hour? When a subway grinds to a halt in the middle of a tunnel, four strangers with different backgrounds,...

A 15-minute Break: Chapter 3

What does a 15-minute delay mean in a city that runs at 1,000 miles an hour? When a subway grinds to a halt in the middle of a tunnel, four strangers with different backgrounds,...

A 15-minute Break: Chapter 2

What does a 15-minute delay mean in a city that runs at 1,000 miles an hour? When a subway grinds to a halt in the middle of a tunnel, four strangers with different backgrounds,...

A 15-minute Break: Chapter 1

What does a 15-minute delay mean to a city that runs at 1000 miles an hour? When a subway grinds to a halt in the middle of a tunnel, four strangers with different backgrounds,...

A Hard Summer’s Work

The first thing that hits you when you enter a field of corn is the smell. The corn itself doesn’t have much of a smell but aphids — or more accurately their sh-t —...

How To Map the East Village Artist

That alley I look out on between the Bowery and Second Avenue when Bleeker Street turns into First — I wish were a restaurant courtyard. Where there might be picnic tables and portable heaters there...

Postcard Poems

There are parts of New York City that just speak to your soul. Be it a quiet park, a bustling bookstore or a crowded coffee shop. Read six writers' postcard poems to their special...

Chicken Comb

Bald I was plopped in a round pool floaty, corking the hole. Bzzt. Bzzt. My mother’s friend’s brother’s wife collected the tufts of hair and set them aside, definitely not for later use. The shaving...
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