It’s never easy to leave the place you’ve chosen to call home. But if there’s a sign to look for from the universe that serves as confirmation that it’s time to go, then I’d say a neat pile of shit logs and a puddle of piss on your bedspread on your penultimate night in Antigua,…
What to do with dew-drenched days squished by the pressure of our pains? Morning, as seen from the inside pane, Scolds anoche’s wine who regrets making the acquaintance of whiskey and networking with tequila who tickled Hestia into the Hulk. Morning light, you ever-eager retriever, the nature of a hangover is not to nurture, so…
Happiness is an end to which many roads lead. From the air it seems like New York’s skyscrapers reach towards you, each a unique, wizened individual with stoic stories to share. The mirror of The Hudson is pretending to be a sunset—saturated rose hues that rise to the occasion as if they knew the wringing…
Some came here looking for it, asking for it, basking in it and bleeding it. They packed their bags and hopped a plane or train wearing their I’m-going-to-go-off-the-deep-end trunks. Some came here for other reasons—jobs probably—and heard its whisper rise to a cry and threw their brief cases out the office window and flipped off…
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…
Today I ventured out of Brooklyn and ran to and through Manhattan. Though two days past, Hurricane Sandy can still be felt at every intersection, where darkened traffic signals yield to police officers directing the flow of cars. I’m not sure if this is because I was new to the city, or because I was…
Hurricane Sandy is hours away from letting people in NYC know if she means business or is going to be like her sister Irene, The New York City No Show. The city today has an ominous feel, with dark clouds catching people’s windily worried gazes. Public transport stops at 9pm, when everyone will be…
