We all have those days, born from the frustration of merely existing, where we experience the most bizarre and upsetting realities. Every day, as I walk the streets of New York City, I pass the writhing, dirty masses of the underworld, of a subterranean landscape of mental illness and social irresponsibility. We can walk by, walk away, but no matter where you turn, it finds you and confronts you. Humanity…

v>Ratta tap tap.  “If you’re just going to whine, Jean, I’m going…

I run into Hannah, who was a hair stylist for the photo shoot, sharing some blow with the models in the dressing room. I met Hannah a couple of years ago at a bar. She was another depressed type, really messy like. She was short with black hair and brown eyes. Her face looked sort of mean because of the way her eyebrows were shaved into thin sharp little arches….

 It begins with a man first, It is always the man that discovers his female star. The Svengali, books called it.

Imagine, in your mind’s eyes, the toughest baddest girl in New York and you kind of know what Anotonia looked like. Anotonia was fine and she was hot, a Domincan of prodigous beauty, with long black hair, and she knew her beauty, felt it down…

span style="font-size: small;">The scent of tall grass on the tree lawn hides inside the musty odor that hovers near the porch. The siding is only yellowed on one side of the double block and my fingers leave a thin line of white as they run down the chalky, aluminum surface. The windows, covered in newspapers taped from the inside, are smudged and smeared with white gunk. My eyes scan the…

span style="font-family: Calibri;">My back against a brick wall with my eyes fixed forward, I just stand there and watch the scene that is being played out before me. The rest of my squad mates are scattered on either side, waiting in the shade of the bombed out building we call home. The air is still and calm. Sweat slowly creates a path towards the corner of my mouth cutting through…

I cannot let him see. I will not let Jake know that I am abruptly, and rather absurdly, extricated from all sense of equilibrium at his presence. He is distractingly rushed, and perhaps wittingly frantic as he hastily crumples into the greasy chair. Positioning himself into a casual stiff perch, he exudes a kind of mortification; staggered, wired. Oh my, but he is a propitious acquisition. I look at his…

Her hair looks like an explosion of fire on the deadly night shaded sheets. Cinnamon skin hugs the curve of each muscle. Those almond shaped onyx eyes, fixed on me. Little drops of sweat roll down my neck, past my collar bone, and over my chest. Supporting herself over me she caresses every inch of me with her lips and tongue. Her mouth finds mine. I’m enveloped in a sea…