Happiness has its own weight

It might have been different had I arrived in the summer. The city is a different island in the summertime, open, clear-skied and brilliant blue to the edges. Even the mucky shore-water out at Rockaway lightens itself, can almost be seen through if you open your eyes before a wave breaks and pulls you intoContinue reading “Happiness has its own weight”

Most everybody knows

People die every day. In minutes. Seconds. The closing and re-opening of an eye, and the world changes direction, spins you or him or her away. Out into the nothing or everything, and not here. Not here ever again. In New York alone, 150 lights go out from one midnight to the next. Cancer, cars,Continue reading “Most everybody knows”

A place like this

Chewed up. Spit out. That’s what they say about girls like me. In a place like this. As if the city has jaws. Great, chomping concrete jaws that bite down on new flesh, and then, disgusted at the freshness, spew it back out. As if the streets are littered with lacerated hearts, with open wounds and cardboard stories. They say I’m boundContinue reading “A place like this”

The familiar ugly

Maybe that’s this strange shame I’m feeling. An embarrassed disappointment that the shine has come off my new city, that it took so long. And how the real glare, the thing standing out, is me. I had intended to go for a cocktail, I was ready to venture out to some busy, pretty rooftop onContinue reading “The familiar ugly”

Milk and Spills

It’s easy enough to make me cry. Actually, I cry a lot. Probably at least once a day, if I’m honest – thanks to social media, and my fondness for montages set to sweeping music. Sure, it’s a kind of emotional pornography most times, but everyone’s got a habit, right? When it comes to modern communication,Continue reading “Milk and Spills”