On the twelfth floor, Viv lay in a darkened room, her bed propped up to face a window that looked south over the nighttime city, over what appeared to be thousands of jeweled boxes thrown togeth
In the final day of summer, find the clockwork tooth that shreds the fat pulp of the hours, find the bones stained white under pine needles. Find the old desires, bottled, labeled and covered in
...ught I would Got a real job and an apartment in Brooklyn The girl who once ran face-first Into a cement wall Painted like air doesn't exist anymore Now, I race the sun To the statue of liberty every m...
...p; I get shit done. While you were wasting your time going to college," Julian paused and took a swall ow of his beer. Boddingtons. I was drinking Brooklyn Brown. "While y...
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I'll
never forget the first big protest march I took part in. It blew me away. It
was 1968. George Wall ace had set up his own anti-liberal American Independent
Party so he could run for Presiden...
Remembering, you rise… not as steam from subway grates but lions’ breath, ravenous in the winter air. Remembering, I’m rapt… not at the cave of Midtown Tunnel but hot hands gone spelunking in t
never been below Fourteenth Street heard you’re edgy heard tales of young men with mustaches and tight pants heard you draw clouds that look like Toni Morrison, scribble poems about Etta James, harmon
...arries a Jacob Marley mourn
Self-Portrait as Miss Macho by Caroline DePalmaa world made for punching wall s since I can’t punchthose who claim to protect her, since I can’t punch everyone
Cool by ...
In the shadow of Claremont Park where years later I’d see my first dead body I mastered the art of running bases.
In that not-quite ghetto section of the Bronx where gloves and bats and balls
10.
Cool
(Literary/Poetry)
I made it to first base, a crack in the curb near the tree where Monica stood watching us play baseball in the street .She had taken herself out of the gamewe played with cracked bats and baseballs com
...Last section seatswithout binoculars. Grandma in the background buttering
what I’d later throw at the wall on fourth and inchesbut they couldn’t convert. Suicide squeezes for the scoreboard.
Soon ...
The street s are gray with sand and salt dirty artillery for winter's defense
the harshest winter birthed one early September that has yet to relinquish to spring
And I am looking for Gehrig’s Gr
In front of a hole in the right field wall my father spreads the tarpaulin to protect the grounds from a sudden downpour.
His once slender waist now bulges like the Babe’s, too many center-cut pork
...Irvin trades his pocket for an invitationrubs his leather-clad elbows with designer names he doesn't knowall enamored with a hard-coreballet dancer named Mikhal He remembers no other namestakes a...
15.
Mud
(Literary/Fiction)
Mud. Mud!
It had been raining for fourteen consecutive days, and for Stanley Reepchew there appeared to be no end in sight.
Fourteen fucking days, he thought. This is Al Gore’s fault. I don’t kno
MacDougal and Bleecker
We were talking about our aging parents when my friend asked if I take notes. I thought she meant notes toward stories, but she meant notes to myself that I’d read in the futu
The orange glow of a smoldering cigarette cast light on the smooth brown cheeks of the woman standing, facing me.
"Smoking's bad for you," I said quietly outside her front door into the darkness tha
Diane (sounds like w-a-h) Roy is a Haitian-American artist/street photographer from Queens, NY. She moved here in 1986 with her parents --
...r tongue coming and coming.But when you held the peanut jar to trap the flyingcockroach on the bathroom wall
sat in the bathtubto coax him in, and I slipped the manila folder to lid the jar,carried ...
...y—I remember Sarah sitting on the fire stairs, her head against the banister. I was leaning against the wall on the landing below her, smoking. While she watched me she rubbed her temple on the banist...
...cond pet, Kit Kat. Kit Kat had a stomach that couldn't hold water -- let alone the bowl of kibbles she swall owed for fun, rather than hunger. Needless to say, I tossed the $3 poison into the garbage a...
I love to browse the shelves at random bookstores, scanning the spines and front-facing covers for eye-catching typography and colors, interesting titles, and authors I've never heard of before.
...turned to hergrandma nudged him and hequietly tucked the lipstick between the seat and the train's cold wall turning to heras she woke grandpa she hadn't seen
when the door closed and thet...
I grew up wanting to wear a pinstripe suitbut not the kind that banker’s wear. No, I wanted to wear the pinstripes that adornedmy baseball heroes, the New York Yankeeslegends of the long ball, running
...nbsp; We got a lot of requests for the night the gay bar Stonewall was raided and set off riots in the West Village. The only snag with that one was that we c...
...I was in the middle of a poem when I noticed this little round light appear in the distance. One entire wall of the venue is just all glass, and this little round light appears and keeps getting bigge...
Dandelions, by Matthew Charles Siegel
POETRY
All I'd Leave Behind, by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowiczsometimes I think about what would be left behind, if I were to evaporate into all that angry burnin
...means to resurrect deceit, to conjure just thedream of water on the tongue. The fools whoseek to save a wall must learn to swall ow knots offlame, and all the time must dream of certain current.Shutter...
...n the park or drinking at one of the many cafés without ever being physically assaulted, or losing your wall et to the wiles of its sexy older sibling, Manhattan. This is where the resemblance between ...
Karin Gallet is the NYC Chairperson and Communications Director for The Committee to Draft Mike Bloomberg for President 2008, a grassroots effort with a self-explanatory mission that, if media coverag
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