Anarchic Year

At around this time last year, I had no clue what I was in for over the next twelve months. I was on the way to a Dresden Dolls concert in Midtown with my ex-fiancee, utterly oblivious to the fact that in less than a month, I would fall through the rabbit hole.
I can expect [...]

Exit Winter

It was 65 degrees today. I took advantage of the warmth to go running. I’ve cut back lately, because usually when I go running in the winter I end up worrying by the end of my route that I’m going to start losing important extremities.
I had the odd sensation of either moving backwards or forwards [...]

Tripping at the Cemetary

I regularly run two and half miles to Prospect Park from my apartment, around four around the park and then back to my place.
I was on my way back from the park tonight, running down 5th Ave. in Brooklyn, along the wrought iron fence of Greenwood Cemetary. The leaves around here have gone yellow, orange [...]

The Heart Runs on Philosophy

I finished putting on my t-shirt and jeans, tied my sneakers and walked on over to the water extractor near the showers in the men’s locker room of the Park Slope YMCA carrying my wet speedo and cap. This was a break from my usual routine, which is to stand around naked while my suit [...]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

I walked into the corner bodega this morning to find two old men standing next to each other in front of the counter. The man on the left wore a faded green baseball cap, and had a face like a worn paper bag, while the fellow on the right wore a plaid newboy cap over [...]

Brooklyn Solitude

As I was taking notes while waiting in the local laundromat on the corner of 40th St. and 5th Ave. in Brooklyn, I witnessed a little brown boy crying on the other side of the glass. He sat on the sidewalk, intermittently fiddling with a small, crinkled rectangle of paper. His hair was neatly trimmed, [...]

A Vision of My Future

I was walking down Washington Place on the way to 6th Avenue earlier this afternoon, headed to the subway station, under the warm and misty rain. I noticed a tall black man with a short beard and dreadlocks in an updo standing next to a mailbox amidst a crowd of eight Rite-Aid plastic bags – [...]