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.
Feeling Blue
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It's been a sobering couple of weeks. As I regroup my thoughts, I'm certain
of one thing: I care deeply about this planet and all the creatures who
inhab...
fishing vessel Greenport
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à la Tugster, who spotted this beauty while hunting Sea Installer cruising
not far from my waters…she shares the same name as the village near where I
live.
PHOTO GALLERY - NYC 1990's PORTFOLIO #1 -
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*NEW YORK IN THE 1990's *PHOTO GALLERY - PORTFOLIO #1 - *A selection of
images from the New York in the 1990's Photo Archives.*
*Please also see: PORTF...
Feral City
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My new book, *Feral City*, hits the shelves October 4, 2022. You can pre-order
it today from your local bookshop and wherever books are sold. Thank you!
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Untitled Pandemic Series No. 5
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Things got dark. Painting No. 2 in Series of 6Approx. 7" x 8" Mixed media
on paper Available here. Painting No. 2 in Series of 6Approx. 7" x 8" Mixed
medi...
Notes on ‘Swindler & Son 2’
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This book came to me as if in a dream, playing itself out in front of me,
bit by bit, each day at the keyboard. Not so much something I wanted to say
as ...
a found poem via facebook pics
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polar skeletons wander thin ice soon a drowning doom. droughts and
elephants die; dry meat in the sands for scavengers. in venice, the aqua
alta higher tha...