He rapped his knuckles against the side of his glass. His nerves were getting the better of him. Scraps of apologies flitted around in his head, but he couldn’t make anything coherent from them. Nothing that she would accept. … Continue reading »PROSE: Chasing Regrets
The cigarette dangles from his hand, dropping ash on the scuffed surface of the table. He doesn’t notice. His eyes are focused on a spot on the dark wood, but his gaze is turned inward, sifting through the fog of … Continue reading »PROSE: Recall
Issues #1-6 The door opens and I’m met by a South-American woman with her dark hair swept back into a bun. She stares at me as I introduce myself and hand her my card. She examines it, stares at me … Continue reading »New York Sour, Issue #7
…reading? Studying? Writing? Writing that other thing? Editing New York Sour? Writing your essay? Blogging? I like the feeling after you hand in an essay, and there’s a sweet cool breeze that comes with freedom. You don’t have to … Continue reading »Yo, aren’t you supposed to be…
Read from the first issue HERE ~~~ I wake face-down on a white sheet. Glad I made it to bed at all, and that’s all I care about this time of the morning. I’m too old to fall asleep … Continue reading »New York Sour, Issue #6
The night was dark, the moon a sliver in the western sky. It hid behind a cloud, from time to time peeking out to cast its faint light down upon the world. In the cemetery, there was activity. Johnson put … Continue reading »PROSE: Resurrection Men