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