Hush

Taylor inhales sharply through his nose, then begins, “There are two kinds of people who survive this plain of existence, the strong and the smart. Often at odds, because they are told they are so different. But, in reality…” “Dude shut the fuck up. This is not the time for your existential bullshit.” I whisperContinue reading “Hush”

The Dark

“Have you ever felt like there is a different you watching you as you do things? Like you’re doing the things. BUt, You’re also watching yourself do them,” asks Dante shielding his eyes from the setting sun’s light with his first baseman’s glove. “Dude why are you talking to me?” asks number 22 Reinhart slowlyContinue reading “The Dark”

N.Y.E.

“I thought it was my idea,” I say through the smoky haze. Seven of us sat around the table cards in hand. “Why did you think that?” asks Lauren who sat at his 2’o’clock. “Well, I had essentially invited myself to be apart of her New Year’s plans,” I say, noticing the looks of judgment,Continue reading “N.Y.E.”

Up By One

“Have you ever felt like there is a different you watching you as you do things? Like you’re doing the things. BUut, You’re also watching yourself do them,” asked Dante shielding his eyes from the setting sun’s light with his first baseman’s glove. “Dude why are you talking to me?” asked number 22 Reinhart slowlyContinue reading “Up By One”

Patty’s Diner

Martin opens the door first door allowing Erica to exit the cold night air. She returns the favor with the second. Dressed for the Met Gala, arm in arm they approach the hostess’ stand. A young brunette too perky for 3:00 AM greets them, “Hello, and welcome to Patty’s Diner. Would you like a boothContinue reading “Patty’s Diner”

Walks with Morgan – Stephanie

Zipping up her hoodie as a breeze over the East River picks up. Walking along the wooden pedestrian path of the Brooklyn Bridge with mascara running down her face, Stephanie smudges her face with her sleeve. Her home a twenty-four-minute stroll behind her she marches on. The warm summer air cooled by the water below,Continue reading “Walks with Morgan – Stephanie”

The Dime

“I’m telling you, Paul, I can hit a dime from 500 meters. Right down the middle,” Dave boasted through his coms while he put his gun together. “Yeah, we’ll see Dave. I glued on the window. Hopefully, it’ll still be there,” Paul said sitting in his car in front of the targets’ building. “Thousand bucksContinue reading “The Dime”

I’ve Been Called Worse – A Poem

Oreo – by city kids Brew Bear – in college Great hugger – by many A black Seth Rogan – by an ex Black – in my country Negro – by a blind man Gangster – by a stranger Homie – by my white friend My G – by a real G Dawg – whenContinue reading “I’ve Been Called Worse – A Poem”