brooklyn
-
sunshine today. I just want it on my face. nothing heavy happening for me. so I will skate. when I’m moving, there is no time to think, or feel bad about myself or anything.
-
the thing I most dreaded when I began making songs at age 12 was being killed in a classic Brooklyn hit-and-run before I could create a world-famous masterpiece. not so much anymore. these days I don’t sit and wonder if my next song will make me famous, or whether someday critics will consider it a…
-
if there is a heaven — pretty sure there is one — it must be something like the boardwalk at Coney Island at 4 PM on a beautiful spring day, the Atlantic Ocean on one hand and Deno’s Wonder Wheel on the other. The annual Blessing of the Rides ceremony takes place today at 10…
-
I work at a donut shop in lower Manhattan. between shifts I earn extra income as a server. a few times a month I’m also a nighttime dishwasher. I pick up some part-time work at Macy’s Herald Square at Christmastime, and I have stood on 6th and Broadway with an ad board over my neck,…
-
just off the entrance to the Brooklyn-Battery tunnel into lower Manhattan, in the Red Hook neighborhood, there’s a budget motel, the Brooklyn Motor Inn. a couple of people that I know who have stayed there (no, nothing like that) said the whole place smelled like smoke. beer bottle caps in the drawer. smallest fridge, ever.…
-
[WARNING: dumb joke] two nuts walked down a dark alley in Brooklyn. one was a salted. (I warned you.) and now for some candy.
-
Nasser Candy is a bodega on Church Avenue in Brooklyn. everyone there speaks corner store English. it’s just a chill place. I have been there, like, a hundred times. one day it hit different. or maybe it was exactly the same, but I was different. I’m not sure what happened. but I was going to make…
-
in the hood of being beautiful/the N holds its breath like snow/soundless as disco/I search out the window for you/while we’re still close enough to Surf Avenue/I know I’m failing/running out of time/it’s me on the inside/and you on the out/I open Notes to write you a letter/the train seems to sigh/please let’s never die…
-
you can take a walk through East New York, or Navy Hill, or Greenwood Heights, and one person will think these are really frightening, dangerous places and rush right out of there. and someone else will take their time and explore the history of those neighborhoods, sample the unusual foods and sounds on the streets,…