Tag: Whitestone
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Cathal Muhe
-Queens Boulevard, 2004 He forced his very own metaphorical boulder across a boulevard associated with death. He always found it amusing to liken himself to the mythological Sisyphus, though he was no ruler of Corinth, no ruler of anything, nor was he Greek. He didn’t need Tartarus to hand out a sentence. He punished himself for the misdeeds […]
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Early Retirement in Connecticut
The maximum state wide speed limit in Connecticut is 65 miles per hour, and we were a minimum of 30 miles per hour north of the limit. We were trying to make time and get to the party, although the party was already under way inside of the whip. We were celebrating Sleepy B’s birthday, […]
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The Desperate Man
My dear friend Ms. Golden shared with me a game she played to pass the time with her colleagues at a work event. There may have been some alcohol imbibing and a handful of edibles in the mix. I’m sure it was fun. They asked each other various hypothetical questions, things like if you were […]
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Irish Confetti
A car had stopped in the intersection of Willets Point and 149th street but I hadn’t noticed it at first. My friends noticed. I was in front of the mediocre pizzeria, on a strip of stores, that we lazily just called, the stores. Park Seafood, the pizzeria, a liquor store, Mama’s, a little asian run […]
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All Guests Must Be Announced – Ch. 3
534 East 57th street, was a cooperative building, you didn’t own the apartment, but instead you were a shareholder in a corporation. A lovely prewar building designed by famed architect Emery Roth. 21 stories, 60 units, 2 elevators and a full-time doorman. Dogs and cats are allowed. Some ghosts. One stowaway. A modest amount of scandal. Blind eyes […]
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 32
Glory found sleep without difficulty beside me. As did Pangur Ban. The three of us on the floor, in the confined quarters of a tiny room, in my apartment in Queens. A place just like any other I’m sure. A place where people talked more than they should. What did it matter what anyone thought? […]
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 30
I heard the breathy whispers behind me and I turned to face them, I was taken aback to be in a funeral parlor. I heard what they said. I could read their nasty minds. And maybe they were right and I was a cliche. You were, after all, a bastard, a goddamn son of a […]
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 29
I walked by a dead tree. An apple tree. There were only two apples, bruised and barely attached to a low hanging branch. Who were the apples? What did your tree say about you? I looked behind me, and realized it wasn’t my backyard, it wasn’t even my town, but it seemed to be. It […]
SEAN GABLER 