Monday, March 31, 2014


"Oh, really," she snapped back, a flash of anger rising to her cheeks.

Thursday, March 27, 2014


I probably should let him have the

Tuesday, March 25, 2014


had ever actually seen

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

I got on the Seven and fell into a reverie. I was just awake enough by the next stop to realize I had to get off, Fifth Avenue–Bryant Park. I was the last one out the door and the conductor closed it on me, fucking bastard. I struggled with it, a bit more than I thought I’d have to. I held the left side open as it dug into my arm. Finally it opened again. I walked out onto the platform, dazed and upset. I wanted to yell at the conductor craning his head out his window but I couldn’t find him and the train was rolling anyway. I climbed up the steps to the main level and as I walked toward the corridor I felt a naked feeling on my wrist, an unfamiliar breeze. My watch was gone.

Had I put it on that morning? Yes. I remembered lifting up my arm to check the time. The wrong time. The fast time. Trying to guess how fast it was by now, how many minutes it might have gained since I set it to Daylight Savings. Five? Ten? Not knowing exactly was part of the idea.

I retraced my steps, peering in the grimy spaces around the painted steel beams and stairs. Finally I was back on the platform, at the spot where I’d gotten off the train. I leaned over and tried to make out anything glinting in the shadows. There was a soda bottle. A glove. A straw. Nothing. I saw the light of the next train coming so I turned around and walked away.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

An older couple, he a bit underdressed for the weather, in a cap, looking a little like Bernie Madoff that time he was harried by reporters on his way to his apartment, she with big frizzy hair, dyed red.

"So they still haven't found that plane!" he declared. "Strange!"

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

“The apple says, ‘I want the letter Z,’” Jackie said on the way to school this morning.

Friday, March 07, 2014

Jackie told me about when we were at the airport, and we went to Dunkin’ Donuts, but there weren’t any donuts. So what did we get? I asked. Not imagining she’d remember. Croissants, she said. You’re right, I said.

Thursday, March 06, 2014


point to remember the weather

Tuesday, March 04, 2014


life ever drew his thoughts