By David Karp You could feel the end of winter approaching. There were no thunderous blades of cutting wind that would make the shutters on the windows open and close; open and close, crashing like broken cymbals. The puffs and puffs that made up the heavy jackets on the sidewalk grew thinner and thinner byContinue reading “Help Line”
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We Meet Again
I took a quick glimpse of what I last wrote on this unintentionally neglected blog. One of the last posts was a reflection of the loss of my mother. This is fitting, as this week (on Saturday) will be another year thrown to the wind and blown away by life itself. Of course, I missContinue reading “We Meet Again”
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”
The Exchange
By David Karp As Will got out of the car, he was hit with the breeze of the Hudson River as it flowed angrily beneath him. He jumped at it’s rigidness. It stung his eyes and his hands. He could hear the wind as it roared through the valley below him. He shivered, wondering ifContinue reading “The Exchange”
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)”
Questions Unanswered
By David Karp Her hand was sweaty as I held it tight with mine. I glanced with my peripheral at her, but she was staring straight, her brown hair whipping back gently as the automatic doors slid open. My bike was leaning on the Rush Medical sign behind the bushes like I left it anContinue reading “Questions Unanswered”
The Making/Rambling of “Lasciare Andare” (Part 1)
By David Karp Today I read some of the thirty-four page short story I wrote over quarantine for the first time in a while. It got me excited to get back into and and work on the final draft for a couple of reasons. I’m starting to feel ready to go back into that world.Continue reading “The Making/Rambling of “Lasciare Andare” (Part 1)”
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