By: Daginne Aignend She feels restless, tensed, without a reason actually just nervous and twitchy. It was the time of the day they call the twilight zone when daylight slowly fades into total darkness. A deep resonant sound rumbles in the…

By: T.R. Healy Travers scarcely got across the suspension bridge when the top of the Chesterton Column appeared in a corner of the windshield. He winced. Just a shade over a hundred feet, the marble obelisk was built shortly after the…

By: Sasheera Gounden “Hey batter, batter, batter,” screams Corey Apple. It’s the Red Socks’ ninth inning and I’m Ted Williams. God hands you sugar in the form of American baseball. The sport is tempting with the fans and hot cheerleaders…

By: Adam Kluger It was a snowy Saturday and I was headed to King Carol Record store on the Upper East Side to check out what new albums were in. Zig-Zag Records was nearby so I could swing by there as…

By: Nick Gallup Nigger Lover. I hated the words, and so did Constance, but she dismissed the hate mail that called her that and ignored the accompanying threats. “My God, Ford, I’ve been getting those letters for years. If they…

By: Adam Kluger McLeary was a New York City legend.  He was from an era that was long ago. Hard-drinking newsman. He covered the celebrity beat. His favorite film was The Sweet Smell of Success with Burt Lancaster and Tony Curtis….

By: Adam Kluger Brickhead wasn’t the stupidest, he was just a little bit slower than the other guys, I guess. It was my job to bring him up to speed on how things ran at the office. Over drinks was the…

By: Adam Kluger “He’s an ENFP.” “Really?” “That’s what the tests show.” “Very rare” “Especially for this line of work” “Obama, Bubba–both ENFPs” “yeah, doesn’t mean a thing- so was Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde and Huxley.” “So you don’t think the…

By: JP Miller Being a wrecker and living in the Exumas can be a tough, invisible life. You go up and down the broken chain of Bahamian coral, day after day, trying to beat the natives to the good spots,…

By: Adam Kluger In his dreams, Bugowski was making love passionately to a mysterious pale skinned woman with black hair, orange eyes and soft pink lips. When he awoke on the tattered couch he felt a pleasant caress on his face…