Brandi V. is Cooking Intimacy

http://johnturck.tumblr.com/ Brandi Victoria is Cooking Intimacy by Terry Ludlow             Brandi Victoria is holed up somewhere in New York City, though you’d be hard pressed to locate the hideout. The usual suspects, your five star hotels, or the conspicuous Tribeca apartments would all lead to dead ends. Instead as she records her fourth album, a … Continue reading Brandi V. is Cooking Intimacy

The Platonic Ideal

Art by John Turck @ johnturck.tumblr.com Morty stared at Sophia, his eight-month old daughter; her face covered in makeup, as he bounced her on his knee, and tried to keep her from getting overwhelmed by the swirling pace of activity. A chubby man in a smock applied his wife’s lip gloss, and workers set up … Continue reading The Platonic Ideal

Otter Wedding

Art by John Turck at http://johnturck.tumblr.com/ If you ask me, Mr. Barton looked ridiculous by not dressing up in some goofy costume. Instead, he wore his typical khakis and a short sleeved button down shirt here in front of a bunch of screaming kids, as he tried to marry off a pair of otters, all because … Continue reading Otter Wedding

Taco Tuesday #2 (The Commute)

Art by John Turck at http://johnturck.tumblr.com/ Taco ran down the steps, his loafers slapping against the wet tiles and threatening to lose their grip on the floor. A doddering old woman examined the broadside of a subway car, unable to tell if it was the N or the R, and only managing to block Taco’s direct … Continue reading Taco Tuesday #2 (The Commute)

The Kissing Psychic

Art by John Turck at http://johnturck.tumblr.com/ Jeff checked the note in the palm of his hand. He thought the rain and his sweat might have smudged the ink on the page, and sure enough the right half had already started to bleed. His khakis stuck to his leg, and he could barely fit his knuckles into … Continue reading The Kissing Psychic

Instant Nostalgia

The water was only an idea. For weeks in the heat of the city, never having access to a car of their own, Kevin would follow his wife Melissa to parks and restaurants, on and off subway platforms, bleeding salt lines into the armpits and collars of his shirt. He could feel the aggravating call … Continue reading Instant Nostalgia

Liquid Lunch Payday

“I want him out of here.” There’s a perfect way to start my day. Getting nagged by my best friend Jeff’s wife, while I’m asleep on this living room couch with my pants off. I can hear Jeff whisper yelling. “We’re going. Knock it off.” Atta boy, Jeff. I know he’s only doing it because … Continue reading Liquid Lunch Payday

Woke Like Me

“No one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.” – Plato   There is a uniform that I adorn for these sort of occasions. Not black, which would be too pointed. Too “look at me in all my anguish” on social media. Inside my closet … Continue reading Woke Like Me

Winter Weight

There were only two others in the gym, working out in front of me while I ran on the treadmill. The younger one in her early thirties grabbed a set of ten-pound dumbbells, and lunged forward onto one bent knee. I had seen her before. She started coming in probably every day for the last … Continue reading Winter Weight