This morning, it could have been five or six, dawn was breaking, around that time when the light starts to change, I was jolted awake by the sound of a car crash. The violent smash of metal and glass and something terrifyingly organic threw me clear out of the molasses of fading dreams and bubbling … Continue reading As the Harlem morning broke
NYC
Park Place Station
The 2 train ground to a slow halt just before Park Place station, its engines exhaling heavily to silence, as if exhausted. The carload of commuters, me included, instantaneously offered an impressive array of sour frowns and sighs in support of the Team Annoyance. A slight man of professorial appearance sitting next to me straightened his … Continue reading Park Place Station
Rain, sidewalk
Falcon boy
The morning humdrum of upper Broadway on a cold, crispy November morning. People rushing off to work, nagging kids being dragged to Trinity school by bemused nannies, newspaper sellers hopping on the sidewalk to keep warm, smell of coffee and fresh bagels from street carts luring passers-by still struggling to shake off the last cobwebs … Continue reading Falcon boy
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