Asbury Park
“This bench has history.” A response to a question posed by a friend. Your breath, regular and steady against my shoulder blade seemed like a miracle in…
“This bench has history.” A response to a question posed by a friend. Your breath, regular and steady against my shoulder blade seemed like a miracle in…
Usher’s “There Goes My Baby” played in the background as they drove through the streets of Brooklyn. “I’m surprised you came.” Sammy whispered. “Me too. I…
Finally, he thought as he ascended the grand marble staircase to his room in the mansion, it is all over.
With a sigh and an encouraging smile of a guy looking at me, I start talking. And so the words just keep flowing. Everything I have wanted to say to him comes…