The Great Whore of New York

The Great Whore of New York

“How did you get to be Guy New York?” Bob asked me one night in the courtyard of Madam X. “There’s only one way to become a New York,” I told him. I reached into my vintage leather jacket and pulled out a silver cigarette case. I opened it and pulled out a Pall Mall...
The Laundromat

The Laundromat

I’ve seen her eight times over the last few months. Always it’s one or two in the morning, and she’s doing a small load of laundry full of indiscernible items. She sits on top of the machine and reads a magazine, and she smiles at me although we never talk. Sometimes...
Wanting and Going

Wanting and Going

“I want to fuck you,” is high on my list of favorite phrases. It’s right up there next to “I’m going to fuck you,” although I use them in very different ways. The first is something I put off as long as I can just to savor the flavor of the words in my mouth, and it...
A Hint of Destruction

A Hint of Destruction

I haven’t seen you in four years, but we both know we’re going to fuck. At other times we might have said it. We might have found our excitement in mutual anticipation, and we’d whisper all the filthy things we planned to accomplish. But this isn’t like other times....
Summer Love

Summer Love

  Summer love can be fleeting–hell maybe it’s supposed to be–but fifteen minutes can occasionally last a lifetime. Maybe you can add a few minutes to our affair since technically I saw her across the beach an hour before we spoke a word. But is it love if it’s...
Her Eyes and Mouth

Her Eyes and Mouth

  Some days it’s easier to imagine I’m her instead. It’s a common enough fantasy I suspect, even if we don’t discuss it or let it out to play very often. But I’ve spent enough time daydreaming and enough time writing that it slips in more easily than it might....