Field Trip

Check out my piece on the Flip today.  Click through image below.

I sit on my pier at the end of the street – the one I’ve ignored for two months too long.  Its jutting nose edges me closer to Manhattan, at a distance I find suitable.  It holds me there – removed from all the cacophonic nonsense, the hustle and clawing, the smells and shopping bags and other terrible things – twenty feet closer to it, just above a sloshing stew of filthy water…

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