originally published in The Anthologist, the literary journal of Rutgers College
“I met an old man today,” she said to me.
“What was his name?” I asked.
“He didn’t have a name. I called him Frank. We talked about sliced bread.”
“Why?”
“He never had it before. Frank said when he was younger, either you made your own bread or [...]
An earlier draft of this story was included in Belting Drunk, a collection I put together as a zine my senior year of college. I since revised the story and changed the title. The former title was “The Hollywood Hussy”. I once wrote a one act play entitled “Roses for Madison”, unrelated to this [...]
This story was included in Belting Drunk, a collection I put together as a zine my senior year of college.
Carli moved into the house across the street when we were both three. We played tea party and Barbie together because in return she would watch Voltron and Transformers with me. We watched at her [...]
originally published in The Anthologist, the literary journal of Rutgers College
On Tuesday nights I have bible study class. I heard it was a good place to meet people. One Tuesday night in early October, after eating alone at the Panama Diner, and drinking alone at Murphey’s pub, I found myself staring at the face of [...]
Yesterday at five a.m. I had that fantasy where I think the time is really ten a.m. and I’ve just blown off my midmorning meeting. Only in the fantasy, it’s worse, because it is also the boss’s birthday and I’ve missed the breakfast of stale donuts and soggy bagels and melancholy singing. Everyone else is [...]
The yuppies arrived on the first warm Saturday in May. Two came at ten, as scouts, walking up and down the block smoking Cuban cigarillos. By eleven, they trickled by, but by noon it was a torrent of Gettas, Cabrios, and restored Volvo 240’s littered with stickers reading “MV” and “LBI”. They knocked down old [...]
originally published in The Anthologist, the literary journal of Rutgers College under the title “The Women of Jackson Pierce”
Holly Valentine
Holly Valentine gave me a hand job in the back of the school bus when we were in the eighth grade. That was the last time she would talk to me for nine years.
When I was [...]
German immigrant Henrik Kohl arrived in the United States in 1864, settling in southern New Jersey. He and his seven sons were moderately successful farmers expanding their total acreage over the next decade. Mostly they grew cabbage that they shipped to markets in Philadelphia, New York and Baltimore. In the post civil war boom, commodities [...]