Seven Places You Haven’t Had Sex

Late one night, the East River far below and the overbuilt goliath beneath their feet, they fucked on the Brooklyn Bridge to say goodbye. She left one way and he the other, a kiss still wet on their lips as they pulled out their phones to delete numbers. Early one...

Two Three Two

While on vacation, I took a writing workshop with a bunch of brilliant people. It wasn’t a time for serious critique, demanding attention, or long effort. Instead, we wrote quickly without too much thought, starting each time with a prompt or suggestion. One of...

Photos and stories

Before I left for vacation I started playing with images and text. Not sure where it’s going to go, but it was fun to start. Especially since I can do all of it on my phone.

A week in photos

I’ve been somewhat out of commission for the last three or four weeks with a pinched nerve in my neck and some serious back pain. It’s been a challenging time, and a big part of that has been my inability to write. Sitting at the computer is the least good...

Writing in Bars: excerpt from a work in progress

I just wrote the first chapter to a new thing I’m working on. Piper and I spent most of Sunday wandering around lower Manhattan inventing bars so I could write a book about it. Maybe we’ll write a book about it. I don’t know. But we came up with a...

Second Week of July in photos

This weekend has been a bit of a rollercoaster, ending with me in serious pain from a pinched nerve in my neck. Which means that my usual weekend photos were mostly of my bed. That said, it was a delightful week in many ways. I took myself on a few more self-dates, I...