French Stilletos

I’ve never made coffee in platform stilettos before. The French Connection pair I’m wearing are black velvet with pale pink bottoms. I stand close to six feet with them on. My legs are lean and long like the trunk of a young, growing tree. Oh, and speaking of French… There’s a French painter in my bed. Since I live in a studio apartment, in a midtown east luxury building - the bed isn’t too far from the kitchen, where I’m preparing...

your socks

The last night I saw you was the only night my dog ever pissed on my floor. She did it while you were here doing drugs in my bathroom that were delivered by my dealer in a silver BMW about twenty minutes ago. These are things that happen in Manhattan. I’ve known you for almost two years now and you have begged and pleaded and played on the weakness my divorce cut me with and broke both of my knees. I’ve given you a lot. Too much. Things I...

Tender Calculation of Regret’s Discovery. Submit.

I wrote a submission-query this morning blog tribe. I always tell myself I'll do more of these, but I never do. I don't reckon I've even hit ten total - in life. The one I wrote today was actually to someone who already knocked me back once before, four years ago. I can't really blame him. My book wasn't ready. And my letter was like, "Ummm, I have a blah-g and I live in Australia and I'm going to go to New York City, and I'm writing about it."...

taste of fall

Taste of Fall September tastes like apple cider in New York City. I walked through Central Park in 5am darkness that pricked with the first bite of winter’s warning. Not as hard as what was said last night. No one goes to the park this early. There’s me, a clan of serial joggers, a few cyclists and a couple of homeless people. I’m here because I have dogs. I have dogs because they get me out of the house. And it’s important for me to get...

mandatory retreat

mandatory retreat You show up unannounced again, three days after I say I can’t see you anymore and six weeks after we meet. I would have told you not to come. But you caught me off guard, like the day I first saw you. There are things that I do and things that I have done that you will never know. It’s why you can’t keep coming here. It’s why I never should have agreed to see you twice. You think things about me that are not true. I...
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