Archive for the ‘Upper West Side’ Category

Chester Filbert was a kid who was about the same age as I was in the late 1960s. He lived at ‘5264 West One hundred and seventy-seventh Street,’ according to author Ellen Raskin. He claimed that ‘nothing ever happened’ on his block, because he considered ‘happenings’ needing spies and astronauts, marching bands and haunted houses, [...]


The 12-year-old boy at the table next to ours grabbed his throat with his left hand and started coughing. His coughs turned to choking, his cheeks filling with now-threatening under-chewed food, his eyes protruding like those rubber dolls you squeeze for stress. He looked past his father, who sat across from him, and off to [...]


The Nurse

14Oct10

The old-lady in the wheelchair had hair that looked like white cotton candy, or like soft steel wool, which was blown backwards by the autumn wind, away from her dark-haired nurse, who cradled a phone in her right hand, her right shoulder cocked toward it, and whose cigarette was gently wedged between the first two [...]


The Terrace

02Oct10

I walked out onto the terrace just now and could see stars. Which was unusual in New York City and more so because I didn’t have my glasses on. Metallic tiny pearls sitting atop the pre-war building to the west, on Riverside Drive, and to the east, over West End Avenue. Jupiter is soon to [...]


In my leather armchair looking north, through the doorway to the terrace off our 4th floor Upper West Side apartment. The door is propped open by a blue and white Coleman cooler and even though my neighbors could, technically, see me in my pajama bottoms from across the courtyard through the diminishing leaves on the [...]



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