Category Archives: Essays
When I think of Occupy Wall Street…
When I think of Occupy Wall Street, I think of human feces. I work in advertising in the Financial District of Manhattan, and I have, on a number of unfortunate occasions, ridden my bike past Zuccotti Park. The wind that … Continue reading
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Why We Write
Chris Garvey’s latest piece on why he writes is raw, honest, and much in line with many other writers’ reasons for creating art. While the life experiences vary greatly, the driving force remains the same. His piece brings to mind … Continue reading
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The Thrust of a New Day
By Chris Garvey Most mornings I wake up with a hard-on. Sometimes it’s at 100%, other times 79% or so. Usually its energy and rigidity will rouse me and I’ll yearn for a warm and inviting place to put it. … Continue reading
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People from The Past—better left there
By Chris Garvey “Let sleeping dogs lie” and “Be careful what you wish for.” The older I get, the more relevant these clichés become. But I guess, “If it ain’t broke…” Well, lots of things are broke. Pesticides are killing … Continue reading
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Aluminosilicate New York City Incarnate
by Christopher Stoddard I teeter along the cobble-stoned island that divides the Stuyvesant Town drive and East 20th Street. The bright night sky, or the overhead street light, shines down on me as I walk the rest of my way … Continue reading
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A Walk through the City Circus
By Christopher Stoddard The Ringling Brothers have nothing on Tompkins Square Park, especially on Saturdays during nice weather. The semi-warm air acts as an aphrodisiac for the proverbial East Village pedestrian, the description of whom being much too kaleidoscopic to … Continue reading
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How to Get Made in New York
By Christopher Stoddard Everybody wants to rule their world. I can see how such a statement might be misconstrued as a bandwagon fallacy, but in one way or another, for every living person with an ounce of ambition, of hope, … Continue reading
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