Walking back from the Lower East Side on a hot night, the stores have reverted to their true selves – which is to say that they are mirages now again, fragile beneath the great emptiness yawning over the streets, insides scooped out of illusion. Bars disgorge the happy and drunk and the unhappy and drunkContinue reading “Walking back from the Lower East Side on a hot night”
There once lived a girl who knew she was destined for great things, but great things were always taking too long to appear on her horizon. She bided her time with her husband, a street magician, and her best friend, whose main line of work was being an artist’s mistress. Greatness teased the girl, slylyContinue reading “The Girl Who Went For a Ride: a tale of horror (maybe)”
Alie Eteraz has been a bad boy (or good boy? You never can tell) in Las Vegas. M. is, by all indications, having a gorgeous Thanksgiving. And as for me, I’m reading Donne and thinking about the banality of murder and death.