Spindle Magazine: A New York State of Mind

Stealing the Baby

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:39:39 +0000

Smells like fall today, good day for shopping. I fill an oyster-shell purse with one dollar bills and take the 6 train to Chinatown. The children are bright as melons and their parents look weary from a day of selling slippers, handbags, and wristwatches. I pass eleven perfume stands, a bodega of silk kimonos, and a Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/poetry/stealing-the-baby.html)

Oscar Goes Wild

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:34:41 +0000

"Don't ever start a story by talking about the weather," Oscar told me one particularly cold and drizzly day. We were all sitting around in Washington Square Park's mostly empty fountain. We were lizards laying there, the three of us, our bellies turned to the sun, enjoying a sudden break in the storm. There was a patch of slate blue Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/fiction/oscar-goes-wild.html)

Arturo + Lourdes, 2005 and 4ever

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:17:48 +0000

Here's the story as compiled from the scantest of clues: The writing on the back of a stall door in the restroom of a twenty-four hour restaurant under the Gowanus Expressway. Arturo must be a romantic if he's prompted while doing his business to uncap a pen and make his declaration of love on this pocked metal surface. Not just Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/fiction/arturo-+-lourdes-2005-and-4ever.html)

Every Woman that Robert Fell for Noticed his Shaking Hands

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 02:53:51 +0000

When Robert met Audrey, his hands didn't shake. Weeks later, he would notice her hands, small and seemingly fragile. He remembered a story that escaped from her. She had told Robert how a lover choked her, how she reciprocated, how they played until an ambulance took him away. She slurred details to Robert: her tenderness for him, his small arms Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/fiction/every-woman-that-robert-fell-for-noticed-his-shaking-hands.html)

Dominicans Only Ones Can Dance

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 02:49:46 +0000

On the twelfth floor, Viv lay in a darkened room, her bed propped up to face a window that looked south over the nighttime city, over what appeared to be thousands of jeweled boxes thrown together in a heap.She was little more than the skeleton; the purple splotched legs that extended from the short white hospital gown were Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/fiction/dominicans-only-ones-can-dance.html)

Poem Written in a Caf�...

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 02:45:29 +0000

Poem Written in a Caf� After Reading an Article About How to Sit in a Cafe and Write a Poem for New Yorker Magazine and Ignoring It Four terrace tables over A dog wears a collar, Though not a dog collar. He wears a high white plastic collar, For he has been Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/poetry/poem-written-in-a-cafe.html)

The Subway Grate

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 02:40:30 +0000

Above the subway grate, she flails briefly at a beethat's mistaken her florid hat for substance.The bee escapes, but her left earring, heirloom,mother of pearl, drops through the grate.She stands looking down into that small chasmwhere barely considered has now crossed into gone forever......below the grate of lost things, on the Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/poetry/the-subway-grate.html)

Something I've Never Had, But Want

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 02:37:06 +0000

it is something i've never had- a contraction � the type caused froma baby's head exploding intoan arrogant world just the other daymy co-worker spent damn near a half-hour babbling about her firstand second pregnancies how the contractions came in rhythmsslow slow then fast beating the life drum between her legs

October

Mon, 09 Mar 2009 02:34:11 +0000

In the final day of summer, find the clockwork tooththat shreds the fat pulp of the hours, find the bones stained white under pine needles. Find the old desires, bottled, labeled and covered in a good thick cloud of dust. There are fat spiders in the trees, eyes to catch Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/poetry/october.html)

Dear Sarah

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 17:50:16 +0000

Dear Sarah,This is to inform youThat I will be setting up my gmail accountTo automatically respondWith this poemevery time you email meSpitting stupid small talkInto my inbox.So to answer the questions you weren't really asking:I'm fine, my mom is fine and yeah,New York is great.And Read more... (http://spindlezine.com/index.php/poetry/dear-sarah.html)