Dear America,
I was thinking about the way we were back when I was a youngster and walking to school in the morning. Sure, we all had our problems. We all had our differences too and regardless to how divided we may Continue reading
As I see it
Over the last several months, I have been reaching out to different people and different coalitions about an issue that is very important and personal to me. To list the issue is unimportant and to advertise the names of those involved or to list the coalitions involved is equally unimportant, and therefore by mentioning them it would only place honor names that are otherwise undeserving of my time.
The only thing I see deserving of mention is the dedication and strength of those who continue to fight in a battle that seems unwinnable Continue reading
Late Night Prose:
Finally, I have a chance to breathe.
Late night and New York City streetlights stand tall over an otherwise empty corner near Lexington and 43rd.
(I’m sure you know the place)
The summertime in the city is different to me somehow and as I stand, staring up at the Chrysler across from Grand Central Station, I lower my view to watch a herd of out-of-towners, dressed in their city best, and Continue reading
From Junkie Stories: Lying Flat
I spent most of the day and all of my money on little plastic capsules that contained tiny white flakes and a terrible addiction. The sun had gone down and the roads were wet from a cold winter’s rain. The streetlamps and occasional headlights from passing cars glistened against the black pavement on the street. And when the wind came, the traffic lights swayed with the colors of red, yellow, or green and reflected against the slick pavement near Green Avenue and Front Street.
Front Street is somewhat of a Continue reading
A Collage of thoughts
1)
Tell me something—
Tell me anything; tell me anything at all.
Tell me about the lights and the way they flicker against your skin beneath the awnings on St. Mark’s back before the hipsters took hold of Bowery and the downtown scene was still bold and alive.
Tell me about the warm sensation of sin as trickles from your secrets and falls into a cup of untold stories that no Continue reading
Where I Place Honor
I’m not sure where it all began. I can’t pinpoint the initial change or where my feelings shifted as a kid. Maybe it was an early realization I had. Only, I never had the language to describe it. I only know I that always felt differently from the rest. I was much smaller than most my age. I was babyish in appearance, thin, and terribly weak for my age. I never had much athletic ability and I couldn’t fight my way out of a wet paper bag.
I never felt like I fit in or I belonged — but I always wanted to.
I always Continue reading
Working Man’s Prose
I started a journey back in September of 1999. After close to a decade of me wearing a suit and tie and trying to get by on my sales pitch in the New York City Garment Center, I stepped away from the fashion industry and exchanged my daily get up from a white collar to a blue one. I was tired of sales. I was tired of the dances I’d have to do and tired of the industry. I was tired of not having enough sales to cover my draw, not having enough money, not having the right place to live, the right car, the right girl, and the right anything. After years of halfhearted sales calls and paperwork, which I hated, I was given an Continue reading
Reaching Out
There are a few things I have wanted to do for a very long time now. This is not to say it can’t happen or it won’t happen. Perhaps these are just ideas I have and they are thoughts which are enough to make me smile with good intention.
For a long time now, I’ve wanted to walk through the hallways of my old elementary school. I want to see what the cafeteria looks like and if the walls are still painted the same way because as best as I can remember, I believe the walls were painted with characters from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
Then I laugh a little to myself because in today’s day and age of political correctness, the word dwarf is offensive so perhaps the walls in the cafeteria are changed now. Or maybe Snow White isn’t cool anymore.
I wonder if the Band Cave, which was underground, downstairs near the front, main entrance if I am not mistaken. This downstairs was actually a Continue reading
Father’s Day
I’m not sure where the shirt is now but I know that somewhere is a white t-shirt with a painted outline of my daughter’s hands and the words Happy father’s Day written above and below the childlike artwork.
I’m not sure where it is though — it’s probably stuffed in a box somewhere with other little scraps of memories. I’m not sure who chose the size of the t-shirt. I always assumed it was one of the kids that worked at the daycare center because the shirt was not the right size, which is fine because Continue reading
Letters From a Son
I have never been so sure how time moves so quickly between now and then. Yesterday piles up, one after another and somehow, here we are, exactly two years away from the last time I saw you.
We were so different then from the spirits we are today. You became you and left to exist in a different way. And me, I took steps to become the “Me” I’ve always wanted to be.
It’s strange though. It’s strange how we see ourselves while alive and in the flesh. And it’s hard sometimes too.
It’s hard because I suffer from this thing they call Continue reading
