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”
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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)”
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)”
Are There Even Llamas In Arizona?!
By David Karp Dear R- Leo’s getting big, and his prancing around our ranch on Christmastime is getting more and more destructive by the year. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way! I never knew llamas could tell when it was Christmastime, by the way. Well, maybe it’s just Leo. But once he seesContinue reading “Are There Even Llamas In Arizona?!”
Love, Emma…
By David Karp I jolt upright from the rush of my own blood and the rapid beating of my own heart. The light is dim, mimicking the sunset that ended an hour ago. The T.V. is playing some sort of crime show. The volume is on it’s lowest. The only thing I could really hearContinue reading “Love, Emma…”
“So This Is It, Huh?”
By David Karp After an hour or so of reminiscing, she followed his gaze as he looked out the window. He had a clear view of the road from the booth they were sitting in with its peeling red leather. The streetlights, shining their bloodied pink hue, led further on into the distance until thereContinue reading ““So This Is It, Huh?””
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