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farzana-versey's picture
Dec.10.2009
Some might see it as a great move. I think it is one more sissy attempt at tolerance and reaching out. Religion is the culprit. There is the World Trade Centre and two blocks away is the Burlington Coat factory. On 9/11, one of the planes crashed through two of its empty floors. For eight years it...
heywood-gould's picture
Dec.07.2009
I STEAL A MATCHBOOK FROM MARILYN MONROE/PART ONE/THE HORNY AND THE DEAD It's 1961 and Brooklyn isn't cool yet. It's still a tributary, sending stenographers and piece workers across the bridge to mother Manhattan. Where colorful locals "tawk like dis" and mourn their departed Dodgers...
amy-king's picture
Dec.06.2009
Ever hear of Diane Savino?  You will.  Currently our senator from Staten Island, she recently made the nation’s radar with her speech on the sanctity of marriage, well worth viewing (click here). “Diane Savino has dedicated her entire professional career towards improving the lives of working...
mariette-ana-papic's picture
Dec.01.2009
I remember Christmastime. I recall "Gloria in Excelsis Deo," singing that chorus from the top of my uniformed lungs. I went to Catholic school and had devout parents. When I wrote my first poem, it was about Midnight Mass. Imagine, all the hopes of the world, pinned to a child. Imagine...
angela-k-nickerson's picture
Dec.01.2009
"Marley was dead: to begin with. There was no doubt whatever about that. The register of burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as...
mara-buck's picture
Oct.23.2009
     My New York.  There are flashes of memory as pulsing as the disconnected views from a subway window.  Riding the A train to the Cloisters with Duke Ellington in my head and The Brothers Karamazov in my hands.  Hanging out in Sheridan Square in the wee hours...
enoch-john's picture
Oct.23.2009
Up until August last year,I had never travelled outside the Caribbean. And I was fifty. When I boarded an American Airways plane and headed for the USA, my whole life was about to undergo a metamorphosis. I could not get a direct flight to New York so I had to stop over in Miami. When the airplane...
emily-st-john-mandel's picture
Oct.23.2009
I've never visited New York City, but I've moved here twice. The first time I arrived by train from Toronto to find a city still reeling: the towers had fallen six months earlier and the excavation wasn't over. Far down Broadway machines were digging down into the basement levels, releasing a toxic...
mariette-ana-papic's picture
Oct.22.2009
New York will always retain its mystery. Whether I leave this hour or stay until I have no more left, this city remains a chameleon, a magician. New York is a wizened grin offering comfort with its smoke and mirrors. Like a burlesque performer hiding with a flick of the wrist, some bubbles and some...
bhuwan-thapaliya's picture
Oct.22.2009
If I could knit my kisses into any form, it would be the New York City: the soft slung lips of peace. Welcome to New York, Behold! The romance life unfolds. All is wonderous in the haven of forgiveness, the neon dreams haven’t passed away and all that’s left aren’t shades of gray. The bald eagles...