A confession in two movements

March 22nd, 2021 Sitting cross-legged on the couch in my friend’s apartment in Harlem. The window is open and I can hear the city’s soundtrack as it collaborates with the music I’m playing from my own laptop. Instrumental, of course. “Ghosts VI: Locust” by Nine Inch Nails. Outside, the whining of a motorcycle through theContinue reading “A confession in two movements”

“Rage” by Stephen King: A Meditation

By David Karp As the sun was slowly dipping down into the horizon, the sunlight slowly disappearing from the window I was sitting next to in the cafe, I closed a book that I was, at first, hesitant to read. I had finished it; I had gotten through it. But it left me with aContinue reading ““Rage” by Stephen King: A Meditation”

In Memory of/In Reflection

By David Karp “Change. How do you change yourself?….It’s easy to lose yourself or never find yourself. The older you get, the heavier that baggage becomes that you haven’t sorted through. So you run. I’ve done a lotta that kind of running. I’ve spent 35 years trying to learn how to let go of theContinue reading “In Memory of/In Reflection”

This Is Where We Part

By David Karp ~~~~~ Original Memory It’s easy for me to go back to that page in my life. That scene, when I wander there on my own accord: it plays perfectly well. In my mind, I don’t think it ever stops playing. Probably in some old drive-in at midnight somewhere deep in my subconscious,Continue reading “This Is Where We Part”

An Epilogue

By David Karp The road that went over the two big hills was foggy at night: something that it always seemed to be, even when she had driven up the same road hundreds of times just two years ago. The streetlights with the pink tints reflected off the fog, giving a sensation of being lostContinue reading “An Epilogue”

A Panic Attack

By David Karp The truth is, when I find myself in the heat of panic, I tend to walk down to the Pier. You get lost in the crowd of tourists (and yes, some locals. Maybe such as myself.), watch the ocean in the pitch black if it’s night and try to hear the wavesContinue reading “A Panic Attack”

That Swagger

By David Karp I’m going to be honest here. It was probably the only reason I enjoyed going to tennis during summer camp. Jesus, I can’t believe I remember her name, it was so long ago. I must have been eleven years old at most. Rebecca always wore that same grey visor. The ones youContinue reading “That Swagger”

The Odds

By David Karp Let’s say you are at a roulette table. You put a chip on a random number; doesn’t matter which one it is. Black, white. And let’s just say that that chip is the only chip you put down on the table. The other players look at you like you’re absolutely stupid orContinue reading “The Odds”

A Eulogy For Delilah D. Doggy: Queen of the Chihuahuas (2004-2021)

By David Karp (written on Jan 4th, 2020 and Jan 5th, 2020) It has been a rough day. There is one less jingle in the house. It was a relatively new collar, as she lost hers somewhere a few weeks ago on one of her chihuahua misadventures around the house. Last night, I got toContinue reading “A Eulogy For Delilah D. Doggy: Queen of the Chihuahuas (2004-2021)”