Just a couple of weeks ago, Doug, Shawn and the Mariner coaxed me into a sea I had only seen in pictures. And there we saw a city of fish. All kinds, living in different nooks and crannies of rocks and coral and some weird concrete slabs - I had no idea how those slabs got on the bottom of the ocean but there were lots of fish and even some lobsters that were glad to nestle underneath.
And then I thought about all the fish living in tanks. Like the little guy I passed so often on my way home who always came up to the glass to look back at me. I wondered if he missed his city like I missed mine.
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.