All of a sudden, Beau woke up four years older. Last he could remember, the year was 2013, one that would live in infamy to him for a… Read more "Beau’s Way Back"
07:20 EST Harvard Square Station Cambridge, MA You join me on a familiar subway platform in the town I grew up in. It is familiar because I've… Read more "All Aboard"
For Part II, click here. Three and a half years later Particularly during the summer, western Washington is a very, very lovely place to be. Henry was… Read more "Things Left Behind [Part III]"
I write to you, my love, from a very humble abode, from a place so dark you can see a glint in the devil's eye. I write… Read more "Postcards From Hell"
Two friends are smoking spliffs and listening to music in a hazy living room. They are 26 and 27, respectively; both between jobs. One is responsible, polite,…… Read more “Body Temperature”
July 2013 Rome, Italy Sometime after dark I was abroad, on holiday, single — that last one is usually implied — and falling in love with a city…… Read more “Of Sirens, Real or Otherwise [Entry No. 2]: Roman Holiday”
1,653 days. That’s how long he had been clean. Clean is a term which befits the state of sobriety, because when you’re an addict, anything else eventually…… Read more “Godless Paradise”
It is not quite midnight on a midsummer weekend. Where or when are irrelevant, and thus undisclosed herein. Once having spotted her in the crowded, warmly lit Georgian foyer, he knew his fate…… Read more “Of Sirens, Real or Otherwise [Entry No. 1]: Smitten on Sight”
Resilience presents itself as a rare, amorphous quality amongst humans, manifesting in us physically, mentally, but more often both; and thus changing with accordant fluidity. The uniquely female strength required to…… Read more “Scabs”
Everyone just called it “The Monkey”, because “The Pink Monkey Cabaret” was too generous a title to actually use in reference to what was essentially a border…… Read more “Strange Encounters at The Pink Monkey”
It was early in the morning, and she was several weeks late. You could see the faint hint of sunlight trying its hardest to break through the thick, grey cloud…… Read more “Quid Pro Quo”
For Part I, click here. “Who the fuck are you?”, she asked, within reason. “Er, I’m Henry”, he responded, with no semblance of any. “Why’d you call…… Read more “Things Left Behind [Part II]”
The following is inspired by true events Dennis and Elliot stood at the corner of 86th and Lexington, waiting for the school bus in clothes that were much…… Read more “Autumn and Puberty in New York”
It’s a classic stereotype, that of the sleazy used car salesman, one comprised of men in ill-fitting suits and women in low-cut blouses — a cloud of…… Read more “Things Left Behind”