A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.
Breaking the Pattern of No
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Do you feel like you are stuck in a pattern? Do you feel like you are
experiencing the same disappointment over and over?Rejection letters from
publisher...
Beyond the Village and Back: The Queensboro Bridge
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In our series Beyond the Village and Back, we take a look at some great
landmarks throughout New York City outside of Greenwich Village, the East
Village...
Witness of stupidity
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The media outlets seem to want to mask the reality with an annoying
absurdity An Irish model with top and miniskirt is displayed before
photojournalists to...
2019 Fall Bird Migration roundup
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Fall bird migration is pretty much done for the year, so below are some
final highlights of the season in NYC. I love the pastel wash on this
Dark-Eyed Jun...
a found poem via facebook pics
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polar skeletons wander the thin ice soon a drowning doom. droughts and
elephants die; dry meat in the sands for scavengers. in venice, the aqua
alta higher...
NYC Metro Card Kara Walker No. 1
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One of my favorite artists: NYC Metro Card Kara Walker No. 1 2" x 3.5" Oil
on Metro Card Available for purchase here. Some close ups: I went through
many f...
Enz's
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*VANISHED*
*Guest post by Larry Baumhor*
The owner of the first punk rock boutique in New York, Mariann Marlowe is
packing her bags and ending decades of ...
Mayor DeBlasio: Return Born and Drukier’s Money!
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Dear Mayor DeBlasio,We are calling on you to return Richard Born’s and Ira
Drukier’s campaign contributions and the $90,000 that was raised at the
March fu...
today, July 18, thursday, no swim
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Hello beautiful swimmers! Due to the all the rain, today’s free public swim
will be cancelled–even if the full, bright sun comes out. A lot has washed
int...
Was Blind But Now I See
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Go see it. If this movie is somewhere nearby you, don’t read this, just go
see it yourself. That’s my first advice. If you can’t, it’ll be on Amazon
or N...
Winnie Mandela Rest in Peace and Power
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(Haven’t blogged in so long, dissertation writing took over…still the news
of Winnie Mandela’s passing hits hard. I immediately thought of Alice
Walker’s P...
By the Numbers: One Month in Bali
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Between laying low with strep throat and another visa overstay, my budget
for my month in and around Bali may not be the most typical. Still, I hope
it wil...
First time moments...
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Things seemed out of balance, as if some cosmic nonsense was tipping the
scales and not in my favor. I needed to recharge. Running around and
absorbing o...