New York City and the Axis Mundi in The Taoist Online @ Medium

History runs through St. Mark’s Place in the East Village like dirty water — Federal-style mansions and celebrities like James Fenimore Cooper and W.H. Auden. Ada Calhoun, who grew up there in the 70s, writes in The New Yorker, “Gone were the days of Thelonious Monk playing the Five Spot Jazz Club, Andy Warhol hosting the Exploding Plastic Inevitable, and the New York Dolls ambling down the street in hot pants.” Yes, those days are gone, but something always takes its place. Like the kids with rainbow mohawks and tongue piercings. It’s always the epicenter of something bubbling up from the ground.

That Summer in Yonkers @ Tupelo Quarterly

August 5 2023

Right before lockdown, in late January, I had a stalker, a disgruntled ex-lover, who said he’d remotely wipe out my computer and to keep an eye on my dog because “things can happen.” He texted me the above after I broke up with him. I’m educated. How could this happen? I wrote a paper in grad school analyzing Angela Carter’s The Bloody Tower through a Jungian feminist psychoanalytic lens. But this relationship had nothing to do with my brain.