Arthur’s Night Terrors

Arthur Engleston, 30, hails from Buffalo, New York. I stand outside his Brooklyn apartment. Arthur opens the front door. “I love cold weather and I love buffalos,” he tells me as he gestures to come in, “so being born in Buffalo was a match made in Heaven.” He laughs. “In Heaven,” I hear him whisper. […]

Mundane Monday’s

This morning I felt like a newborn baby–I was asleep, cuddling my pillow that was warmed from my body’s sleepy heat, dreaming. Twenty minutes later, I was shivering on the Express bus from the icy air conditioned air on a rainy monday morning. Even though I held an umbrella, the sideways rain dampened the back […]