Kevin R. Pennington

I. Riding the bus, going to the doctor. Today, it’s the psychiatrist. Tomorrow the therapist. I ride in silence, staring at my phone. The trip is long, as measured in poetic meter. Too many stops for an en...

Jim Feast

were usually, “Here take $20” or “Take this $40” which was to pay for stuff at the bodega I read to him late Saturday afternoons, and, as no one was usually due to drop by till Sunday, I got the supplies before I...

Peter Marti

RIP Vincent Zangrillo One by one the pillars we lean on crumble into an equally impossible horizon— you are gone and the City you loved is far away the dead command the living now, are afforded freezer-trucks bu...

Bernard Meisler

When I lived in New York City, I frequently had brief, meaningless encounters with celebrities. I used to have a place on 6th Street between 2nd and 3rd. One time I was at my front door and a limo pulled to a stop ri...

Glenn Russell

For many years Neal Merman commuted back and forth to his place of work like countless others. Neal performed the job of an everyday clerk in an insurance office; a room with blank walls, linoleum floor and forty desks under...

Ron Kolm

I’m sitting In the Parkside Lounge With a good friend, drinking Too many White Russians And bemoaning The state of the world. “What’s going to happen?” I ask her. “Well,” she says, “There wi...

Patrick O'Neil

Sirens fill the warm night air. A helicopter hovers. Then disappears behind a plume of black smoke—its spotlight strafing the crowded streets of downtown Los Angeles. “Protestors are being removed from Whole Foods.” Th...

Dean Kostos

From a series of digital portraits by Lucas Samaras, Poses. The Pace Gallery, New York, 2010 Your face: invitation to gray fire, dissolving was, will be. Photographed black & white, your head is a George Hurrell ...

Steve Horowitz

DOUBLE DOUBLE, the 24th album by composer/bassist Steve Horowitz. “Double Double conjures up musical magic that is quite celestial and yet strangely grounded.” —Daniel Lutz, Creative Strategist, Amsterdam T...

Omer Wissman

A man and a woman sit on a museum bench staring at a Malevich. Simultaneously they wonder what would happen should they both have the same thought at a same time. The woman, Sara, answers anything at all, the man, Abby, repl...