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Micro-Fiction
“Kingdom Come”
06.25.08 | Permalink | Comment?

“Liberty Univer…” Mark stopped. It was the first time either of them had said that, the word “kill”. Madison Square was completely dark now except for a few people at the enclosed dog-run.
Micro-Fiction
“Things which could kill me today”
05.14.08 | Permalink | Comment?

Myanmar and China battled it out for the main headline; whose chaos was worse, whose blood spilt thicker, whose lives were worth less? This fractured newspaper had just been delivered when Sam stepped out to begin his day. He didn’t pick it up, New York’s local papers being shit, but took note, as always, of […]
Micro-Fiction
“Last week”
04.03.08 | Permalink | Comment?

His cane had a tiny gorilla-like figurine mounted on it’s top, making it trendy, making it funny, making it ironic. But Sam hadn’t enjoyed scrounging through the thrift-shop this time. Nor did he enjoy having to use a cane. Or limping. She was (barely) genteel enough of a New Yorker to walk a little slower […]
City Life
Returning to Ground Zero
04.02.08 | Permalink | 5 Comments

Yesterday I went to help a few out of town friends on a project they’re working on about Ground Zero and it’s significance. The strange thing is that it wasn’t until I had to ask a traffic cop how one now gets to Van Cortlandt St, that I realized I hadn’t been there since literally […]
Micro-Fiction
“Ten Bullets Ago”
01.11.08 | Permalink | 1 Comment

The tired soldier sat down in the girl’s living room (if that’s what they call it in these parts of the world), she sat across from him, the last member of the **** family, terrified and shaking. She nearly jumped as he removed his helmet. Blood, dirt, and dust were heavily caked on to his […]
Micro-Fiction
“If you see something…”
12.27.07 | Permalink | 1 Comment

The young Arab man was sweating. It was a sweaty train, but it mattered to Josh that he was sweating. What was he so nervous about?
Josh got on the 1 train at 66th Street heading downtown to 14th Street. The Arab got on at 59th Street heading, well, Josh could only imagine where. If the […]
City Life, Dialogues
Another Time.
09.11.07 | Permalink | Comment?

The train didn’t move from the station, instead it just sat, doors open. It took awhile for people to notice, to start fidgeting and peering out the window. You only have to live in New York a week to realize the chronic inefficiency of the MTA, so no one thought the seemingly arbitrary stoppage that […]
Paranoia
The sad wages of Fear.
09.03.07 | Permalink | Comment?

Jonathon Edington will spend the next 12 years in jail for killing his neighbor. He killed him for molesting his two-year old daughter; only his neighbor didn’t do it, nor did anyone else. It’s a pretty tragic story. No one knows exactly how Mr. Edington–and his wife– got the idea in their head that their […]
Propaganda
Propaganda #2
08.10.07 | Permalink | Comment?