Tag Archives: New York City

Poetry Friday: “Dear Mr. Fanelli,” by Charles Bernstein

Isn’t commuting daily by subway like nothing so much as pursuing a reluctant lover? You inhabit your starting point, envision your destination, and confidently plunge forward along well-laid pathways. Filled with hope and longing, capable of doubt and despair, and knowing (in your heart of hearts) that being given a moment to sit and catch […]


New Yorker fiction (Aug 1) – “Reverting to a Wild State”

I listened to Nigel; I watched him cry; I rummaged around inside myself and tried to find a memory, a hurt, that would enable me to cry as well. I’d been a dick, dicked around, throughout the long near-decade of our relationship, countless men, often, though not always, for money. In penance, I wanted to […]


New Yorker fiction (May 30) – “M&M World”

It turned out that I wasn’t a fan of this story. It’s mostly the stream of consciousness of a mother struggling with divorce and two young daughters — There are other things to fix, not just her yellow teeth. She needs some spots removed from her skin; she needs to dye her gray roots, the […]


New Yorker fiction (May 9) – “He Knew”

The New Yorker has made the story available online only to subscribers. When he felt good, or even vaguely a little bit good, and sometimes even when he was not, by psychiatric standards, well at all, but nonetheless had a notion that he might soon be coming out of the Dread, as he called it, […]