by Jeff Glovsky They climb aboard at 49th Street. “Moe” and his two stooge companions, rocking the train with loud, garrulous poses…Assertively, spread-legged to keep their balance, the three commence shouting and sharing their work day: “Wait, we’re going downtown or uptown now?” “Downtown,” one of the others responds. “This is which train?” “The R”. […]
by Jeff Glovsky As I write, there is a noisy, messy creature tearing agitatedly through her homeless bag. I want to take her photograph. I want to steal that bag and take time sifting through its contents: How did she become this way? Where did those belongings come from? Apparently of enough sentiment to her […]
by Jeff Glovsky Underground… feeling heat in the furious subway. Flipping through a candy rack and trying not to deal. I buy a pack of gum and turn to see what kind of juice there is. I hear come up behind me, as I stare into the cooler now, a pack (or two or three, […]
by Jeff Glovsky Will you really stare, my love? Like you expect I’ll give my seat up? Do you really think I’m interested in how your feet are faring? You might contemplate removal of your eyes from off my shoulders; weight oppresses me, and I’m not moving…I’ve not finished eating yet. My coffee’s not quite […]
by Jeff Glovsky She tries to concentrate. She’s got her book and glass of vino…She sips languidly, though, someplace else. She laughs, and then she shakes her head. Her book tents on the table now. She’s pissed ’cause she can’t smoke here. She’s all furious, and looking for someone to turn her anger on. He’ll […]
