Flip Collective Field Trip!

Click through on image below for my new installment inspired by Brooklyn Love Stories, aptly titled Insignificant Others.  Check it out.

FEEL MORE!

Golden words commanded from their place on a clean windowpane. Words advertising clothing and midcentury furniture, a lifestyle this particular store wanted to promote.

FEEL MORE!

Lourdes wanted to feel less. She wanted to feel nothing. She was in a horrible mood, one that had become distressingly familiar. The strain in her chest, the whirling brain, the helpless feeling that made death sound less than disagreeable, if only to make everything stop. These bouts of depression were like a barreling train with incomprehensible force and speed. Walking along the darkened sidewalk of La Brea, she unscrewed the childproof lid of a plastic orange canister and swallowed a Xanax without water…

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Field Trip…again

Check out my piece on The Flip today.  Click through image below.

We are a car of two boys and two girls.  The boys all dark and tan; one descendant of Mexico and the other from Spain. The girls as white and blonde as milkmaids.  The traffic is bad and the windows are down.  We play music with heavy bass lines peppered with tribal screams as we escape the city and the stagnant summer streets…

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Field Trip

Check out my piece on Flip Collective today.  Click through image below.

I wake up from a nap even though I should just sleep until morning.  It’s only seven.  I’ve left my bike at the Bedford stop for sixteen hours too long and I need to retrieve it before someone dismembers it – takes my handlebars, steals my tires, makes it unrideable for the duration of my New York summer.  And so I leave with no other plans beyond said retrieval, my head fuzzy and my eyes watering from lack of sleep…

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