They keep trying to say that poetry is dead–that the written word is completely defunct. But here on Governors Island,… Read more The Barred Bard

They keep trying to say that poetry is dead–that the written word is completely defunct. But here on Governors Island,… Read more The Barred Bard
There is nowhere to go to take a break in Midtown, of which one has a tendency to want nothing… Read more Fagioli & Foreordination at Academia Barilla
Christian Tempère’s hands had the softness of someone aristocratic, someone who had never done rigorous labor in his life. Yet… Read more Warts and All
“It’s what adults do. They pay for their own bills, do things they don’t want to,” Randall insisted to his… Read more What Adults Do
It isn’t exactly “good mental health sense” to fall in love with a writer. Especially if that writer is a… Read more Not Nicholas Sparks’ The Notebook
I was going to call you to spend the night. I’ve been in between places, you see. And I’ve been… Read more I Was Going to Call You To Spend the Night, But I Went to the Holiday Inn Express With a Dubious Character Instead
I am the little mermaid, hopelessly devoted to your motherfuckin’ ass. You like me best because I can’t speak, and… Read more Your Motherfuckin’ Ass, My Motherfuckin’ Tail
I despised her. From the moment I heard the first few notes of her most successful single, “Boundary,” I apprehended… Read more The Pop Star’s Daughter
California is burning. Or rather, California is always burning. Burning with desire, with the sins of temptation, with the ghosts… Read more California Is Burning
“Did you ever think maybe men treat you like shit because you act so cavalier?” the old man asked her.… Read more The Non-Functioning Defense Mechanism