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I liked working at this vanity publishing house over the Summer, so when Winter break came around, I asked if they’d have me back. Vanity publishing is basically what small publishing is at this point, when people independently pay for … Continue reading →

I look at my grandfather, after his question, thinking about the underlying question, and hold my tongue. If I answer, if I say this thing there is no unsaying it. There is no back-step from this so I say nothing. … Continue reading →

“I’ve got a thousand dollars I’d like to invest in you, and I’ve got a few thoughts as to what you should do…” “That’s not a deal I’m ready to make you’ve got to pay more for my soul to … Continue reading →

When she stopped returning my calls, I felt sad, definitely, but it went beyond that. I felt helpless. There was nothing I could do: if I stalked her neighborhood, her family would find out, and that would cause a heap … Continue reading →

I discovered that the world was available in New York and the bike was a perfect medium through which to discover it. Just wear filthy clothes you could sweat in, a bag you didn’t mind getting dirty, and start riding … Continue reading →

When I was a helpless teacher, nervous and unable how to reach kids in the South Bronx, I stopped reading hard boiled crime fiction. Stories of decay in cities seemed to hit too close to home and I got back … Continue reading →

Oh sticky man on the wall, How can you save them all? Who can you save before your toast? Are you the hero we need the most? Maybe you need a group of friends. Which can you pick before the … Continue reading →

“You have to slow down!” Every few minutes, I’m hearing that. It’s getting exhausting. “80 is the new 65,” I want to explain, but seeing that the limit is 55 here, I don’t think that’s going to cut it. She … Continue reading →

Sometimes a therapist tells you what to do. Sometimes a cop. Sometimes, someone in a workshop tells you to maybe go to a therapist or a cop. “Society has rules!” he says, a note of frustration entering his voice. “They’re … Continue reading →

In olden days, when my desk top was a repurposed white door atop a couple of bureaus we’d found, I would discover beautiful girls and women, take note of their names, and write them down on my desk for future … Continue reading →