All This Useless Beauty: The National Spelling Bee*
Sean MurphyLook: More death and destruction. On TV, obviously. Only this is the worst one yet, the most gruesome, uncomfortable competition I’ve ever made myself suffer through. Worse than football. Worse…
Every Time I Scribble A Thought With Artistic Intent
Hey, look! There’s John Cusack, playing me on my 19th birthday. Some of his finest work; he managed to look just like me (extra props for the authentic paisley tie,…
Conversations (Revisited)
Since it's the day after Mother's Day and the day before my birthday, it seems appropriate to revisit an experience (and the words) that helps illustrate how I feel this…
Every Day is Mother’s Day (Revisited)
I’m fortunate, in a sense, to be the type of person that gets more sentimental about the times I read a certain book or heard a particular album than I…
Indie Author Interview: Sean Murphy (Revisited)
Indie Author Interview with Sean Murphy - Author of the "Memoir for My Mother" Please Talk about Me When I'm Gone. Sean Murphy has been publishing fiction, reviews (music, movie,…
What We Talk About When We (Don’t) Talk About Dying (Revisited)
MY MOTHER EVENTUALLY became acquainted with the white-walled world of procedures and all that happens—before, during, after and beyond: Hope and fear, faith and then despair, the nagging need to…
Vegas Baby
Q: So tell us about that time you were in Vegas. A: As I semi-stumbled to my elevator too late one night at a surpassingly reasonable hour a dude with…
Where the Hell is Shafi Hadi?: A Poem
(*Saxophone player Shafi Hadi, born Curtis Porter, is best-known for his association with jazz legend Charles Mingus, and played on the seminal recording Mingus Ah Um, from 1959. He dropped…
Brooklyn Reading #10: Golfing Buddies
May 29, 2014. It was billed as a throwback to the old Beatnik days, minus the bongos and clove cigarettes. As such, New York City was a mandatory locale; Brooklyn…
Brooklyn Reading #9: Good Neighbors/Newark Airport, 1980
May 29, 2014. It was billed as a throwback to the old Beatnik days, minus the bongos and clove cigarettes. As such, New York City was a mandatory locale; Brooklyn…