I was back in New York City after a meandering jaunt to Europe. Henry Hypnotic and I carried our instruments while discussing personal hygiene. We had spent the day making rounds across Brooklyn, and Henry feared that all this walking had awakened the body odor that lived inside him. He wanted to hit the subway…
Forward from Bushwick Poetry, available from Amazon.com I know it was late because when I went inside to use the bathroom the last act of the night at The Goodbye Blue Monday was packing up their instruments. I invited the musicians to come out back and they joined our circle of patio chair. Half of us…
New York could have been San Francisco. It was almost Portland, and there was a possibility it was going to be Minneapolis. At the time there was also a barely articulated inkling that I should buy a one-way ticket to Asia. Timing is always everything. When we listen closely to that inner voice that…
Where would Jack Kerouac live today if he was still bouncing around New York? Answer: Bushwick. Obviously… Those who live or spend time in the area have noticed: Bushwick right now is NYC’s latest front of exciting new and emerging artists. From music, to art, poetry and prose, Bushwick is a place of dedicated artists toeing the…
No one hates the skylines that make you feel omniscient to a well kept world. From the apartment I just moved into there’s a window in the common area that you can stroll up to and look out at a horizon bordered by the Empire State Building and The Freedom Tower, finally, reaching like forgiveness to the sky. There’s…
*Photos Taken, Secretly, After She Promised She Wouldn’t Take Any, By Jennifer Martinez How many women go from the spa, to the sangria, to The Goodbye Blue Monday, To Pearls Social Billy Club, to arm wrestling matches at Gotham City Longue? At Pearl’s I felt compelled to kiss the manager of another bar where I am working…
The bald spotted hipsters of Brooklyn. The thick glassed girls wearing your grandmothers clothing they purchased for more than she spent on her entire wardrobe at the Buffalo Exchange in today’s dollars I could write you a poem on a twenty dollar bill but not take you out on the town with it. Which is…
