very honored to share the masthead with novelist Kevin Wilson.
Los Angeles, CA
Years ago, I used to hop on the Red Line and wander along Hollywood and Melrose with my Polaroid camera.
scenes from a discontented summer
Ten days in New Haven, June 2013
Greetings from Asbury Park.
I started listening to Bruce Springsteen, The Boss, really, in Los Angeles, when I forgot which way was east and was looking for some semblance of home—bare trees and brick storefronts, a beach lined with cigarette butts and aging wooden fences much too easy for us locals to slip through. From Memorial Day through Labor Day weekend, the towns along the Jersey Shore charge for use of the beaches until sundown, and not paying the daily fee wasn’t so much an act of defiance but one of affection. We saw ourselves as more deserving than the Bennies, the New York tourists who polluted our shore with vodka and tanning oil each summer; the Shore was our rough patch of sand and Asbury Park, our city.