A Faraway Parallel
I was down in Manhattan, visiting my friend Lottie. She had some other friends over, whom I’d never met, so she graciously offered some introductions. “Jenna…
Write about anything to do with this fabulous city. I don't care what. Jazz it up, make it lively and hot. Cool it down and kiss the night air and gleaming lights. Go for this one head-on!
I was down in Manhattan, visiting my friend Lottie. She had some other friends over, whom I’d never met, so she graciously offered some introductions. “Jenna…
Smoke is a disgusting thing. Especially when you are breathing it in after it was already in someone else’s mouth. But what can you do, you’re a jazz musician…
I stared up at the sign above my head, the flashing neon. It was something you saw in Las Vegas, not in the pristine city of York. New York, to be exact. Well…
A lady sporting a sandwich board advertising the jeans sale at Macy’s is improv rapping about it and snapping her fingers. She points in the direction of the…