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Lola is whining. I open the door to the dark hallway so she'll stop, so she'll know I'm here. The sunlight reveals a brown present she's left already, its odor mixing in with the faint smell of cigarettes. It’s hardening. I'm not going to clean it up. She's not my puppy. The open bedroom door illuminates the Husky’s crystal- blue [...]
It was night when we heard it, the air cold and chalky. We were returning home from a dinner party. Being around other couples had made us pleased with each other, our hands clasped inside his coat pocket. We moved to the sound and saw a tiny frog perched on a pile of discarded palm fronds on the sidewalk outside a thrumming, [...]
We want to read your true New York City stories. We are interested in a wide variety of topics, including those involving deli meat, baby powder, and graffiti. We're looking for essays that go beyond a quirky anecdote or a beautiful vignette. Tell us why this story—and this city—matters to you. Past truth-tellers have included Michael Cunningham, Tom Beller, Bryan Charles, Said Sayrafiezadeh, and Phillip Lopate. (more…)
Rollo lived at the corner of Madison Street and Broadway. He was taller and stronger than my father. Rollo would lie down on a bench in his front yard and lift dumbbells every morning. His breathing was heavy, his forehead glistened with sweat. He had large arm muscles and a big chest. His hair was trimmed close on the sides, [...]
