Gristle in Times Square

I had dreamed of New York as a gritty, glistening, dark paradise. Steaming and winding streets, some lined in cobblestone, and the smell of putrid river water splashing up against concrete barriers that keep the East River from making contact with its observers above. I imagined the conglomerate feeling more than any particular place. IfContinue reading “Gristle in Times Square”

Other People on the Subway

By Dana Christensen             Each subway ride is a gamble.  We all get on, hoping to reach our destination at a reasonable time.  This desire alone is a longing, as we wait in limbo down there for a train to arrive or in a stalled car.  I pass the time letting my phone or a book fill in theContinue reading “Other People on the Subway”