5.4 7 Train. 4:39 PM

I’d wager there are at least 6 different languages being spoken in this train car, and it’s only half full. The 7 is the gateway to some of Queens’ more exotic areas, most notably Flushing: a Sino-Korean annex which surrounds the American shrine that is Citi-Field. Home of the Mets in the midst of a


5.3 Port Authority

It seems strange that this place should be called a “terminal,” as it is no one’s final destination. People flood into and out of here, blood cells in the beating heart of an urban giant. Some arrive with luggage or an instrument case, dreams of greatness and opportunities in their head. For others, this is


5.2 W 48th St

I stand with Times Square at my back, remembering this block as it was years ago. As a guitar, I think the unique and exciting instruments—the real expense stuff—are rarely worth buying but always worth trying. Over the past ten years or so, this block has gotten more and more homogenous. It’s come to reflect


5.1 59th And 5th

I surface from the stale air of the subway, all my senses inundated. Salesmen hawking movie scripts and trinkets sit passively as the drivers of horse-drawn carriages vie for the attention of passers-by. The street is full of traffic, the sounds of horns, squealing breaks and sirens blending with the myriad languages of visiting families.


Cycle 5: Preparations.

I have decided in my extremely limited wisdom to render 10 short pieces about my new home here in New York City. The idea first occurred to me while meeting a friend at Port Authority Bus Terminal. It seemed so active yet so neglected. A way in and out, but almost not a place itself–no


Interlude 2: Another Tale of Ol’ Kentucky

Ol’ Kentucky, it bears belaboring, is not to be confused with regular Kentucky. It is not a land of seersucker suits and wispy mustached chicken salesmen. It’s a land that exist in the misty maybes of nostalgia, the wink of an old woman serving you homemade pie. Her name tag says “Grandma.” It was always


Cycle 4 Closes.

That’s it. 10 stories based on mental illnesses. If you were keeping score, they were (in order) OCD, Developmental Trauma, Autism, Paranoid Schizophrenia, Depression, ADHD, Body Integrity Identity Disorder, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, Triskaidekaphobia (fear of the number 13), and Xylophagia, a form of Pica wherein people consume wood or paper. Whew. That one was interesting.


4.10 The Eaten Word

She walks into the antique bookstore, motes of dust falling to the floor in a shaft of sunlight before her. She breathes in the deep, musty smell of books, and breathes out a sigh of relief. She has a very refined palate for someone so compulsive. Her fingers trace fine lines across the backs of


4.9 Triskaidekaphobia

He was late to work. Again. His boss told him this was going to be his last chance, told him that he’d had too many in the past. It wasn’t a great job, but it fulfilled most of the requirements of his odd lifestyle. Working nights, limited interaction with human beings. His last chance to


4.8 Oppositional

Their son screams from his room, where they sent him on the advice of a professional. “It’s painful, but if it’s what we have to do…” She trails off with a sigh of resignation. “I know. I don’t like it either.” He sits at the kitchen counter, rubbing his hands into his face as though