Kate Erickson grew up in Kentucky and now lives in Brooklyn. During the interim, she house sat on islands and drove produce delivery trucks over mountains. She has been published in the New York Press and is a regular contributor to The Accidental Extremist.
Sitting in the second row of the balcony at the New York City Center ballet, I, sixteen, entranced by the melodies of Swan Lake, watched a tall, muscular sun-god pirouetting and jeteing on the stage. As he soared, I gasped at the height of his jumps and his sure-footed landings. But I had not come [...]
Decades ago, when my brother was about ten and I around fourteen, he began to spend an extraordinary amount of time in his room. We lived in an apartment in a sketchy neighborhood in the Bronx. There were muggings, petty and not so petty thefts, and a few cases of violent crimes. Still, we played [...]
*This story is written from the perspective of the author’s former roommate. The names have been changed but all events happened as stated. Andy is being a serious cocksucker and holding onto my money. He won’t give me any. He says it’s for my own good and that I’ll just go and spend it on [...]