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ARABESQUE I’d read somewhere that turbulence isn’t dangerous. In fact, only two people have died because of turbulence in the last three decades. In those same decades, I had marveled, and sometimes raged, at Lucas’ ability to stay asleep through thunder storms and wailing babies alike. As for me, I had never slept more than … Continue reading Arabesque
The pristine white envelope gleams under the pile of unopened mail like a relic buried in trash. I run my fingers over the bold calligraphy inscription. The Lucca Family. It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of us as a family. Four years, three months, and four days, to be precise. I break the … Continue reading Dear Lucca Family,
Something awful and irreversible has happened in Manhattan, I am certain of it. I've just come from downtown where everything and everyone is covered in ash and now it seems to have followed me across the bridge to Brooklyn. The fine grey dust hangs in the air, landing on the parked cars and the tree … Continue reading Fragment (an excerpt)
The woman next to Ben leaned in as the pilot announced their descent into JFK. “I still look for the towers every time,” she said. “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to those empty spaces.” Ben grabbed the Polaroid picture that fell from his laptop case, staring at the picture of Justin and him, with … Continue reading Next Tuesday
It was the first time Ben had told anyone about the morning of 9/11. Though there was initial relief at the unburdening, he realized the confession could not ease his guilt any more than leaving New York had. Every night, he had dreams about Justin walking into the lobby of the towers that morning. More … Continue reading Next Tuesday – Part 4
The receptionist gave him a look when he walked in the next morning – afternoon, if you wanted to get technical about it. After running into Layla and Noah, he’d called an old friend and spent the evening at her place drinking cosmopolitans; not his choice of drink but they did their job. His father … Continue reading Next Tuesday – Part 3
Two days later, Ben sat in his new office, rubbing his eyes. He’d been reading the same email for what seemed like an hour. When he looked up, his father stood at the doorway. "Still jet lagged?" "I guess so.” He caught a hint of concern in his father’s eyes. His father took in the … Continue reading Next Tuesday – Part 2
The woman next to Ben leaned in as the pilot announced their descent into JFK. “I still look for the towers every time,” she said. “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to those empty spaces.” Ben grabbed the Polaroid picture that fell from his laptop case, staring at the picture of Justin and him, with … Continue reading Next Tuesday – Part 1
I've been drawn to the arts since I was a child. My early education began with Grimm fairy tales, Aesop fables and epic adventures like Arabian Nights and Huckleberry Finn. When I wasn't reading, I was in my parent's bedroom listening to music on their stereo. Later on, I learned to appreciate art in museums. … Continue reading Art is for the Heart
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