Archive for December, 2013

Augustine listened to the piano man’s guttural voice sing the blues.  The noisy smoke filled room was silenced by the power of his words and the complicated riffs he played – a driving life force that lifted him to another realm of understanding.  The audience cheered when the music ended; the piano man continued to finger keys, some harmonic and some atonal.  A drummer joined him, so did a bass player, and a wild-eyed young man of about twenty, hair ...

The following short story (sketch) comes from a collection I just wrote and finished editing called NEW YORK CITY MOMENTS.  The character of Augustine appears in most of the ninety stories that compile the manuscript. 

It was 5:00 PM on a Tuesday afternoon.  Augustine had just left a literature class at Hunter College and was on his way downtown to meet his friend Martin at the Whitehorse Tavern. His ...