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How I wish to be a Traveling Writer

Kyle Schreiber Someday I’ll be a traveling writer; I’ve got a story or two to tell. Nothing bad or defaming, but I figure what the hell. Now that I think of it, I’ve got more than just one or two, I think I have about six dozen active ideas, but let’s keep that between me …

A Journal from Bidwell Park

Kyle Schreiber What was I suppose to do? Where should I sit? I mean, the park is only so big and most of the trees were occupied by yoga enthusiasts or bongo musicians. In the open grass picnics were underway with smiles and sunshine filling the air. I passed a few fellas playing hacky sack …

A Stranger from the East

Gone are the days of monument strolls and metro rides; peaches from the 7th street market and shared cigarettes from the stoop are nothing more than a warm memory on cold nights. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll see her in an airport waiting for a delayed flight with a look of loneliness painted on her …

An excerpt from an upcoming book by Josh Klafter

Day 82 June 1, 2020 America has made a collective decision, one that seemingly unifies the vicious divide of the party line. COVID-19 safety is a thing of the past. It’s over, done, finished.  Initially, this was out of pure, unfiltered selfishness and stupidity. That’s the only realization I could come up with, when, upon …

Black Dog, White Jacket, and Raquel

Black Dog, White Jacket, and Raquel Vern called me a few days before Christmas asking for a favor. “I’m taking Renée down to Grove City to do some last minute shopping with my parents. Would you mind letting Tucker out?” “How many times should I stop by? I was going to head into West Seneca …