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, […]