Sun and Stars

What’s it like to meet one of your literary heroes? From my experience, it mimics all the symptoms of a minor heart attack or some sort of palpitation. I felt such tremors when I met Derek Walcott, Neil LaBute and oh, John Patrick Shanley. My heartfelt ablaze and tongue heavy as lead every time. I […]

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The Colour Hipster

Before I moved to New York City, I didn’t know what a hipster was. I was moving there after graduating from university in Oxfordshire; the corduroy, savant, lord this & that Mecca of the earth. I was used to delicious rowing gods and socially inept geniuses. Hipsters? Pardon? I obviously wasn’t prepared, I’d never heard […]

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The Bridge

“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” ~ F.S.F. I know I’ve written about this before, but i miss New York. I miss it like a dead loved one, i miss it […]

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