A Marine

  He enlisted in the marines on the ninth of December 1941, two days after Pearl Harbor, while still drunk. His buddy Carl was so blasted the recruiter made him wait a day before joining up saying "This boy's just too primed." Peter McGrew joined the Marines not because they were the best, because they …

A Nice Day

walking down  always treacherous especially when it rains even more so when it snows steps to the subway but today the sky blue and sunny the sounds of the city happy maybe too happy notice the homeless man sleeping under unfolded newspapers the smell of piss and vomit no effect it feels like what a perfect …

Subtle

Vapid condescension, a cloud of perfume, the stink of layered foundation, a dog in a wig. She is perfect for where she is, in Manhattan on a Brooklyn bound L train. All eyes on her. Not that there is an expectation of violence or outburst of insanity, just that she is loud and squeaky and …

Mickey D’s Coffee

I got asked how many creams I wanted in my coffee at a Mickey D's in L.A. near a Dick's sporting goods. I said, "six." In New York all I gotta say is light and they know what's up. It's not like that anywhere else. This lady comes back, "six?!?" Started to second guess myself, …

Special Experience

I hear dying in New York is a special experience So many different ways it could go Can't say I recommend it though Might be hard to come back from

The R

The R pulled into Union. I followed a tall woman dressed in black onto the car. I stood at the front and scanned the passengers. To my left, two empty seats and a woman on whose head a colorful scarf sat. It had many shades but seemed red as a whole. She didn’t seem that …

Remember Her

  "Do you remember the woman at the wedding, she gave that long speech. Cried the whole time?” my wife asked.  "Then danced the rest of the night?” “Yeah.” I acknowledged I did remember her. “She died.” I was shocked, It didn’t feel right. My memory of that woman and death did not fit together. …

Bill the Troll

He has said his name is Bill. He is a small man, bow legged, with a dirty sheen, a crack addict smile of rotten teeth and fingers caked with black. A fugue of cigarette smoke surrounds him. It announces his presence even long after he has left. “I work on hot water heaters; the Hurricane …

Trixie

Susan Tabalucci's friends called her Trixie. She worked at the Virgin Record store at 23rd and Park in Manhattan. The date she disappeared was June 1st, 2009. Thirteen days later the store would close officially, but really had been closed since the first when a convoy of black SUV's driven by men in black suits …